The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Act I The ink did not dry; it consumed. This was the first rule of the High Archive, and the second was that no one from the south was trusted to hold a pen. Mahmoud Idris, thirty-two, stood before the Grand Inquisitor, his hands still stained with the blue of indigo, a color that cost more than his rent for the month. The Inquisitor, a man named Kael whose face was as flat as a dry riverbed,...

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