The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and old stone. It was a scent that clung to the hair and settled in the throat. The candles burned low. The shadows stretched long across the polished floor. Everyone was laughing. The laughter sounded hollow. It echoed off the high, vaulted ceiling like dry leaves skittering on pavement. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the table. He was a man of few...

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