The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The winter feast had lasted for three days, and on the fourth morning, the count of the roasted boars remained at twelve, but the count of the loyalties had dropped to zero. Sir Kaelen stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the smell of tallow and stale ale, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword. He was thirty-two years old, a man whose body was a map of scars...

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