The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The crate in my hand was heavy, not with the weight of wood and root, but with the silence of my house. I am Elias, forty-two, a merchant of rare spices, and I have walked for three days through the Ashen Waste to deliver a tribute of white lotus root to King Aldric. The Rot is coming. It took my wife, Clara, six months ago, her flesh turning to grey dust while her eyes remained open and wet....

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