The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The hall smelled of roasted swan and old dust. It was a smell that clung to the throat. Outside, the wind shrieked against the leaded windows of St. Jude’s Archive. Inside, the candles burned low. The air was thick. Thick with incense. Thick with expectation. Edmund stood at the edge of the dais. He held a glass of wine. The wine was dark. It trembled in his hand. He did not drink. He watched...

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