The Pale Door
The cart wheels ground against the gravel, a harsh, grinding shriek that cut through the damp morning air of Oakhaven, and Elara’s fingers, stained green with crushed wormwood, trembled as she watched her brother Kael disappear into the mist. She wanted to keep him, to bind his fate to the earth so tightly that no debt, no prison, and no prejudice could touch him, but the village elders, led by...
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