The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The parchment was warm in Thomas’s hands, a physical weight that felt heavier than the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, and he knew that the seal of the Abbot was the only thing standing between the village and the torches of the King’s men. It was the autumn of 1342, and the eastern fields had already turned to ash, the smoke of which still hung low over the valley like a bruise that...

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