The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ale was warm and thick, tasting of barley and iron, filling the great hall of Oakhaven with a heavy, suffocating humidity. Elias Thorne stood rigid by the trestle table, his hand gripping Mara’s knuckles until they whitened. He was forty-two, a sergeant with twenty years of service, but tonight he felt like a boy awaiting a beating. The new Lord, a man of sharp features and colder eyes,...

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