The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The lead came was wrong. Elias did not look up from the tallow candle he was trimming. The flame sputtered, throwing a long, jagged shadow across the table where Lord Vane sat surrounded by the stink of roasted boar and spilled wine. The steward, a man named Aldric whose voice was as dry as the parchment he kept in his satchel, leaned forward. His fingers tapped the rim of his goblet. A...

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