The Pale Door
The iron bit into your wrists, cold and biting, as the mist swallowed the ridge and the birds fell silent. You are Elias Thorne, a border warden of forty years, and your only hope for a pension that will keep the fever from taking your daughter, little Mary, is to deliver Silas Vane alive to the Pale Door. Vane, the condemned traitor, whispers through the iron that the arch is a lie, a trap set...
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