The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The parchment lay on the black stone table, its edges curling slightly in the cold draft that seeped through the high windows of the Obsidian Court. Elias Thorne held the document in hands that trembled not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ink, which smelled of iron and old blood. He read the clause again, his eyes tracing the jagged letters that bound his bloodline to the...

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