The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The letter was still damp where the mud had kissed it, the ink smearing into a black blur against the coarse paper. You held it in your left hand, the wax seal cracked, the words of your mother’s last breath dissolving into the grey slurry of the siege. You were Cael, twenty-four, a captain in the King’s Guard, and you wanted to live. That was the simple, brutal arithmetic of the night: survive...

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