The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The inkstone lay in three pieces on the flagstones of the cellar floor, a black fracture that mirrored the silence of your father, who sat hunched in the corner, his breathing shallow and wet as he coughed blood into a rag. You are Elias, twelve years old, a scribe’s apprentice in the ancient, fog-choked city of Oria, and you know with the cold certainty of a child who has seen too much that...

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