The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The chalk dust hung in the air like a prayer left unfinished. Margaret Voss stood at the edge of the Downs, where the earth had been scratched raw by centuries of feet—sheep, pilgrims, soldiers, fools. Below her, the hill fort rose from the chalk like a bone from flesh, its contours still readable beneath the grass, still whispering of something that had happened here and refused to stay...

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