The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

My hands were already moving when I realized I was not in the barracks, but standing in the mud of the courtyard, my sword raised and Lord Vichai’s smile frozen on his face. The air was heavy with wet earth and the distant, metallic tang of the river, a cold that seeped into my bones faster than the heat of my own blood could counteract it. I had wanted only to secure my brother’s release...

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