The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell in the tower did not ring at dawn, but at midnight, and it did not ring for the hour, but for the end of a life that had not yet begun. Inside the Hall of Records, a structure of black stone that rose like a jagged tooth against the grey sky of the old city, the air smelled of wet ash and iron filings. It was a place where history was not remembered but stored, preserved in the cold...

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