The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink in the well was the color of dried blood, thick and sluggish as it moved across the parchment, and I watched with a detachment that felt like a fever dream as the letters formed words I did not recognize. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am forty-two years old, a scribe in the fog-choked city of Oren, though I have not been a scribe for three days, not since I took on the contract to...

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