The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron gate groaned open with the slow, metallic sigh of a dying beast, admitting Elias Thorne into the courtyard of the Blackwood Manor where the air hung heavy with the scent of wet stone and rotting lilies. He carried nothing but a satchel of leather and a single, heavy object wrapped in oilcloth that thumped against his hip with the rhythmic, insistent pulse of a second heartbeat, a sound...

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