The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink was wet. It glistened on the page like a fresh wound, a dark, viscous smear that seemed to breathe in the dim light of the office. Thomas Bradshaw held the pen with a grip so tight his knuckles turned the color of old bone. He was not writing. He was holding. The paper trembled beneath his hand, not from fear, but from the sheer, unbearable weight of the symbol he had just committed to...

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