The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The feast was loud. Too loud. The tables groaned under the weight of roasted boar, heavy bread, and clay jugs of wine that smelled of iron and dust. Torches burned in the corners, casting long, jagged shadows against the stone walls of the great hall. The air was thick with sweat and the sweet, cloying scent of roasting meat. Everyone was talking. No one was listening. Malcolm stood by the...

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