The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The feast in the Hall of Whispers was a blur of gold leaf and stale wine, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and the rotting perfume of lilies. You watched from the shadows of the archway, your hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the decree pinned to your chest like a lead stone. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and in three days, the High Council will burn your name...

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