The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The sound of the shattering was not a crash, but a wet, heavy tear, like a ripe fruit bursting against stone, and it echoed in the small, windowless room with a finality that silenced the breathing of the three men standing over him. Silas Vane lay on his back on the cold flagstones, his hands bound behind his back with leather straps that bit into his wrists, his face a mask of dried sweat and...

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