The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The cart wheels groaned against the cobblestones of the high road, a sound like the cracking of old bones. Thomas Ashworth sat in the back, his hands resting on his knees, fingers twitching with a rhythm that matched the jolting of the vehicle. He was a man carved from silence and stone, his face a map of lines that had been etched by years of stoic endurance. The air smelled of wet earth and...

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