The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream arrived not as a vision but as a scent, the sharp, metallic tang of ozone mixed with the damp, rotting sweetness of fallen leaves in an autumn that had no end. Aldric woke in the high chamber of the Obsidian Hall, the air still thick with the residue of the night’s fever. He was the Keeper of the Scales, a title that had once carried the weight of the kingdom’s conscience, but now it...

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