The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The parchment was thin, brittle as old skin, and smelled of damp earth and rot. Caelen held it in his trembling hands, the ink blurred by the sweat that ran from his brow. It was a debt note. Not for gold, but for silence. Lord Vane’s seal, a red wax circle, stamped the bottom corner. Caelen had written it himself three days ago, in a fever dream, promising to keep the village’s secret. He had...

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