The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The parchment lay on the stone floor, cold and damp, its edges curling away from the wet flagstones. Sir Aldric stared at the wax seal, the King’s lion biting into the red clay, but the ink beneath it had bled in the humidity, turning the specific charge into a brown smear. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with the cold that seeped up from the cellar floor. The prisoner was brought...

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