The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink was still wet. It bled into the parchment like a bruise. Elias stared at it. The letters swam. He blinked. They stopped. He had written the name. He had written the name of the thing that was eating the world. The room shook. Dust fell from the ceiling beams. The candles guttered, throwing long, jagged shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the wind howled. It sounded like a scream....

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