The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell tower cracked. Not with sound. With light. A fracture in the stone. It ran down the north face. Like a vein. Like a wound. I watched it happen. From the ground. I am the town’s inquisitor. My job is to find the rot. To name it. To cut it out. I believed in my work. I believed in the order of things. I believed in the purity of the stone. I was wrong. The town of Oakhaven is old. Older...

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