The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The wax seal on the parchment is red, bright as a fresh wound in the grey light of the corridor. You hold it tight, your fingers white-knuckled against the heavy vellum, feeling the dampness of your own fear soaking into the paper. This is the decree. It is the only thing that can stop the blade from falling on your brother’s neck. Thomas. The name tastes like iron in your mouth. He is the...

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