The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

My hands were black with soot, the grime packed deep into the whorls of my fingerprints as I held the ledger over the hearth, the parchment curling into tight, brittle scrolls that refused to ignite. The fire in the grate was not the orange, hungry thing it had been an hour prior, but a cold, sullen blue that sucked the warmth from the air and left my skin feeling as if it were submerged in...

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