The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The parchment was thin, brittle at the edges, and smelled of old wax and damp stone. Thomas held it up to the candlelight, his fingers stained black with ink, and read the tally again. The numbers did not add up. They never did, not when the Abbot’s name was at the top of the column. "Put that down, boy." The voice came from the shadows behind the lectern. Brother Aldric stepped into the light,...

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