The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain of wet wool that pressed against the high, arched windows of the City of Saint Jude, blurring the spires and the streets below into a single, indistinct smear of sorrow. Inside the Hall of the Silver Shield, the air was thick with the scent of damp stone, old wax, and the metallic tang of fear, a smell that clung to the back of...

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