The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The road was not a road. It was a scar cut into the earth, winding up the side of a hill that should not have existed. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy with mud and the weight of his own years. The air tasted of iron and old stone. Above him, the sky was the color of a bruise, swollen and silent. He carried a satchel. Inside the satchel was a ledger. The ledger was bound in black leather....

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