The Pale Door
Aldric, come down from the rafters, the village elder’s voice cut through the damp silence of the hall, sharp and final, demanding he leave the shadows where he had been watching the council of men decide the fate of his daughter. He descended the ladder with the slow, grinding caution of a man whose joints had begun to seize, his shield strapped to his back not as a weapon but as a crutch, the...
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