The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell rang at dawn. It was a dry sound, like a bone snapping in the cold air. I sat at my desk in the archive room. The dust motes danced in the single beam of light. I am Thomas. I am the Keeper of the Pale Stone. The Stone was on the pedestal. It was smooth. It was grey. It was cold to the touch, even through my gloves. I had worked here for thirty years. I knew the weight of every...

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