The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The letter was thin, brittle, and smelled of stale tobacco and the damp wool of the man who had held it before me. I unfolded it on the scarred oak desk, the paper tearing slightly along the fold, a small wound in the document. It was a notice of eviction, or rather, a final demand for rent I did not have, issued by the High Steward of the Ironworks Court. I signed it. My hand shook, not from...

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