The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The parchment lay on the table, its edges curled and brittle, the ink faded to a rusty brown. It was a bill, or perhaps a bond, the kind of document that held a life together by its throat. Elias stood before it, his twelve-year-old hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the words scrawled in his father’s shaky hand. The debt was due, and the Lord’s men were already in the...

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