The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Elias Thorne. The name hung in the air of the cell, heavy and wet, spoken by the Court Master’s voice through the iron bars. Elias did not look up. He stared at his right palm, where the Pale Door waited. It was not a door of wood or stone, but a spectral handprint, a map of veins and knuckles burned into his skin in a shade of blue so pale it looked like the moon seen through thick fog. It had...

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