The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell did not ring. It shattered. That was the first thing the village of Oakhaven noticed. Not the smoke rising from the steeple, but the sound of glass and bronze dying in the air. A high, thin shriek that cut through the morning fog. Then silence. Elara stood on the cobblestones, her hands empty. She had been holding the bell. Or rather, she had been holding the rope that held the bell....

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