The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The candle had burned low. It sputtered in the draft that came up from the cellar stones. Elara watched the flame. It was a thin, blue thing. She did not blink. The air in the vault smelled of wet wool and old iron. This was not a smell for a merchant. This was a smell for a penitent. She held the ledger open on her lap. The pages were stiff with age. The ink was faded to a bruised purple. She...

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