The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The hall smelled of roast pork and wet wool. It was a smell that sat heavy in the throat. The air was thick with the breath of forty people. They wore their best coats. They wore their best lies. The fire in the grate spat a single spark. It died on the black iron. Elias stood by the door. He held a glass of sherry. The liquid was amber. It was still. He watched the room. He counted the faces....

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