The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the silence that had held the city of Oakhaven for three centuries, and in that shattering instant, the cobblestones beneath my feet dissolved into a mist of gray ash that smelled of burnt sugar and old blood. I stood there, clutching the leather satchel that held my life’s work—my ledgers, my correspondence, my quiet,...

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