The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The moss was gone. That was the first thing Elias noticed when he woke. The thick, velvet carpet that had swallowed the flagstones for thirty years was stripped away. The stone was bare. Cold. It stared up at him like a blank page waiting for a confession. Elias sat up. His joints popped. He was seventy. His body was a map of old wars, mostly fought in small rooms with small men. He looked at...

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