The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The feast at the Sultan’s court smelled of roasting lamb and old wine, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of Naveed Hussain’s throat. He stood in the shadow of the gilded pillars, his hands trembling not from fear but from the cold draught that seeped through the stone floor, a chill that seemed to emanate from the very earth beneath the Sultan’s throne. Naveed Hussain was a man whose...

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