The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The cough came on again at dawn, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to shake the very stones of the nursery. I, Elara, had spent the night grinding willow bark and preparing tinctures of foxglove, my hands stained green and trembling from the cold that seeped through the floorboards. The King’s face was a mask of gray wax, his eyes fixed on the ceiling with a hollow, terrified intensity. I held...

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