The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

My hands were steady as I ground the sulfur, the mortar cold against my palms, the dust rising in a pale cloud that smelled of burnt stone. I was Elias Thorne, Royal Physician to the Crown, and the King’s wasting disease had moved past the stage of mere discomfort to become a visible rot. The Court Alchemist, a man named Halloway, stood by the heavy oak door, his arms crossed over a chest that...

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