The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink was drying on the parchment, a dark, arterial stain that pulsed against the grain of the vellum, and your hand, Elias, was shaking so violently that the letterhead of the City of Aethelgard trembled like a leaf in a gale, the weight of the quill in your fingers feeling less like a tool and more like a bone you had broken and set wrong. You were thirty-two years old, a scribe of the...

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