The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost on the moor did not melt; it crystallized, sharp and biting, against the wool of your coat. You stood before the Pale Door, a slab of wood so light in color it seemed to bleed the ambient gray of the sky, standing alone in the center of the frozen expanse with no frame, no house, no explanation. It was a test, the Guild Master had said, a final rite for the stonemason who wished to...

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