The Pale Door
The air in the great hall of Ashworth Manor hung heavy and thick, not with the smoke of the hearths, but with the suffocating weight of expectation, a tangible membrane that pressed against your lungs and settled deep in the marrow of your bones as you stood at the periphery, your hands wrapped tightly around the cold, iron-bound case that contained the only thing in this world that truly...
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