The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink was dry before I woke. It sat on my thumb. Black. Wet. I looked at the book. *The Codex of Silent Waters*. A first edition. My prize. My life’s work. I had stolen it. I told myself it was an accident. A slip of the hand. A moment of weakness. The library was cold. Stone walls. High ceilings. Dust motes dancing in the single beam of moonlight. I am a scholar. I study texts. I do not...

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