The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain in Aethelgard did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a slick, breathing mirror of the sky above. Elara stood before the window of her small, rented room in the Scriptorium district, watching the water trace its slow, inevitable paths down the glass, erasing the view of the city with a soft, indifferent...

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