The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The parchment was brittle, the ink faded to a rust-colored brown, and the seal at the bottom was cracked, a small red wound in the wax. I held it against the cold iron of the gate, my knuckles white, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps that fogged in the morning air. The Obsidian Court lay before me, a sprawling complex of black stone that seemed to drink the light, and the gate was...

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