The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mirror was cold, a slab of polished silver set into the stone wall of the crypt. Elias stood before it, his breath shallow, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and old wax. He was thirty years old, though he felt older, worn down by the weight of the Duke’s expectations and the silence that had swallowed his home. The guards stood in the shadows behind him, their spears held low,...

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