The Pale Door
The ledger lay open on the workbench, its spine cracked from years of heavy use, the ink of the final entry still wet and glistening in the low, amber light of the forge. Silas Vane, Master Artificer of the Aethelgard Court, did not look at the numbers; he looked at the blank space where the cost of the Pale Door should have been written, a void that mirrored the hollow ache in his own chest....
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