The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Act I The sound of a band that never plays is the loudest thing in the Fens, a dry thunder of drums and brass that hits the eardrums before the rain does, which it never does here. I arrived at the caravanserai under the weight of my brother’s silence, a thing heavier than the wool I had graded for twenty years, and I knew by the way the mud sucked at my boots that I was walking into a debt I...

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