The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The banquet hall smelled of roasted swan and stale lavender, a cloying mixture that seemed to cling to the back of my throat as I counted the hours I had spent cataloging the Vane family’s silverware, twenty-two years of service that had left my fingertips permanently stained with the grey dust of the archives. I stood by the pillar, my ceremonial sash, a heavy band of crimson velvet that had...

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