The Pale Door
Elias Thorne, the clerk from the old country, you will hear the name called out across the fog-choked square of Oakhaven, a sound that seems to be pulled from the damp air itself, a summons that arrives before the person does, and you stand at the edge of the town where the mist clings to the cobblestones like a shroud that refuses to be lifted, watching the silhouette of Magistrate Vane emerge...
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