The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mortar was heavy, a block of cold granite that Elias held with a grip that had turned his knuckles white, as he ground the dried leaves of moonwort into a powder that seemed to breathe with a faint, pulsing blue light. It was the year of our Lord 1240, and the air in his stone tower smelled of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of ambition, a scent that clung to his clothes long after...

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