The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The feast was loud, a roar of clattering pewter and fermented ale that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. You sat at the long table of the manor house, your hands clasped tight in your lap, fingers white against the rough wool of your sleeves. The air smelled of roasting pork, wet wool, and the heavy, cloying scent of beeswax candles that burned low in the iron sconces. Around you,...

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