The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog rolled into Oakhaven not as weather, but as a verdict, thick and grey and tasting of wet ash, sealing the village in a silence that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Elara stood at the threshold of her weaver’s hut, the rough wool of her dress clinging to her damp skin, and watched the mist swallow the road that led to the manor house of Lord Blackwood. She had come to pay,...

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