The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The quill was cold in your hand, a slender shard of raven bone that hummed with a low, vibrating frequency you could feel in your teeth. You held it over the parchment, the vellum stretched tight on the oak desk, its surface pale and waiting like a skin. The year was 1342, and the frost had settled thick on the windowpanes of the scriptorium, muting the sounds of the abbey until all you could...

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