The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The old woman sat in the corner of the great hall, her fingers stained black with ink and dried blood, though the blood was not hers. It was the residue of the quill that had carved the names into the parchment, a tool of such delicate precision that it could sever a thread or a life with equal ease. She was known as the Keeper, a title that carried no weight of power, only the heavy burden of...

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