The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The debt was forty-three silver marks, a sum that had grown from twelve over the course of two years as interest compounded in the cold air of the monastery ledger. Elara counted the coins in her mind as she ground the oak gall into a black paste, the stone pestle worn smooth by her father’s hands before her own. She was thirty years old, a scribe of the lower order, permitted to copy the...

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