The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

In your left hand, the hilt of your service sword was slick with sweat, the brass pommel worn smooth by twenty years of grip, a familiar weight against the palm. In your right, you held the map, its edges frayed and soft as cloth, the ink bleeding into the fog that had begun to seep from the paper’s fibers. You were Elias Thorne, Captain of the Imperial Guard, and you were thirty-four years...

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