The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The wind that scoured the ramparts of Highhold Castle did not blow, it screamed, a low, resonant moan that seemed to rise from the very stones, from the ancient bones of the earth beneath our feet, and it was in that howling, that ceaseless, abrasive sound that I felt the first true crack in the architecture of my soul, a fissure that ran deep and dark, a chasm that I had spent thirty years of...

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