The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The air in the square tasted of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that coated Elias Thorne’s tongue as he stood among the cheering crowd. His hands trembled, not from the cold that was beginning to seep into the marrow of his bones, but from a fever that burned with a wet, rattling intensity in his chest. He was forty-two, a master mason whose hands were mapped with the white...

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