The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The weight of the sealed parchment in the saddlebag was exactly three ounces, a negligible mass that felt heavier than the iron horseshoes or the lead-lined cloak against your back as you checked the girth strap for the fourth time. You counted the hours remaining before the winter freeze sealed the northern passes, a calculation that had become as rhythmic and involuntary as your breathing,...

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