The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The feast in the Hall of Measures was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of consumption. The air hung thick with the scent of roasted lamb and rendered tallow, a heavy, cloying perfume that seemed to coat the lungs of every guest. Long tables stretched from the hearth to the high window, groaning under the weight of silver platters and clay pots, yet the true currency of the room was not...

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