The Pale Door
The blight took Kael first, not with a scream but with a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. You were standing only three paces away, your hand resting on the cold iron of your baton, watching the junior warden’s face contort as the skin beneath his eyes turned the color of old ash. It happened in seconds, a rapid calcification that spread from his neck to his jaw, turning his features...
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