The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall smelled of beeswax and old wine. I stood by the marble column. My hands were still. They had to be still. The air was thick. It hung like wet wool. My uniform was crisp. The brass buttons caught the candlelight. They looked like eyes. Watching me. I looked back at them. I felt a hum in my chest. Low. Deep. A vibration in the bone. Eleanor walked past. She did not look. Her...

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