The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink in my well had begun to freeze, a thin skin of ice forming over the surface that I had to break with the tip of my pen before each stroke, a small, rhythmic violence that matched the state of my mind. I sat alone in the Royal Archive, the room vast and cold, the air thick with the dust of centuries and the specific, metallic scent of fear that had settled over the palace since the...

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