The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain in London did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, grey mist that settled into the bones of the old city and the skin of those who walked its muddy streets. I am Thomas Bradshaw, a scribe of the King’s household, thirty years of age, and on this day in the year of our Lord 1342, I stand before the Chancellor to beg for my life, or at least the preservation of my estate. I wear the...

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