The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The chisel was cold in Aldric’s hand, a sliver of polished steel that smelled of iron and old sweat. He held it against the surface of the Pale Door, a fragment of rune-stone no larger than a man’s palm, resting on a velvet cushion in the center of the vault. The stone was grey, dull, and unyielding. Behind him, the heavy oak doors of the King’s private chamber groaned open. The air shifted,...

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