The Pale Door
The blade bit into the surface with a sound like a bone snapping, and then it shattered. Sir Kaelen of the Order of the Silver Gate stared at the hilt in his right hand, the grip slick with sweat and the sudden, cold shock of failure. The Pale Door stood before him, a slab of translucent stone that hummed with a low, vibrating frequency, its surface rippling like water disturbed by a stone....
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