The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ledger was not merely a book of numbers, but a cage of ink and vellum, binding my hands to a reality that refused to bleed. I sat in the high-backed chair of the Abbot’s scriptorium, the air thick with the smell of lamp oil and the slow decay of papyrus, watching the candlelight flicker against the stone walls that had stood since the time of the first kings. My father, Brother Thomas, had...

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