The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The petition was denied." The High Warden’s voice was dry, like leaves scraping across pavement. I stood in the center of the Iron Court, my feet numb in the stone floor. He did not look at me. He looked at the cracks in the glass wall behind me, where my brother, Kael, had been bound for seven years. "He is not a prisoner," the Warden said. He was a man made of cold angles and grey wool, his...

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