The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate smelled of roasted pheasant and old wax. Candles dripped like slow tears onto the stone floor, illuminating the faces of the town’s elders. They sat in heavy oak chairs, their silences thick as wool. At the head of the table sat Master Elias, the village’s last sage. His hands were steady, though his eyes held a depth that frightened the younger servants....

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