The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell in the tower did not ring; it screamed. It was a sound that tore the morning apart, raw and jagged, like a nail dragged across a wet nail. I stood in the courtyard, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the iron lantern I held. The lantern was ancient, forged in a time when men still believed that light was a living thing that could be caged. It had been in my...

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