The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and old paper. Thomas read it in the hallway, the floorboards creaking under his weight, while the house held its breath. It was a summons from the Guild of Architects, a formal invitation to present his final thesis on structural integrity before the high board. The paper was thick, heavy, and felt like a slab of concrete...

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