The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into slick, black mirrors. I stood in the center of the square, my hands bound behind my back with ropes that bit into the skin of my wrists, feeling the familiar, dull ache of the old injury. Beside me, Elias leaned against the stone wall, his face...

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