The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The seal on the letter was cracked, a spiderweb of red wax that had lost its sheen to the years. Margaret held it in her hand, feeling the brittle texture of the varnish against her thumb, and watched the light in the chandelier catch the dust motes dancing in the air. It was a small, unremarkable object, yet in the silence of the Great Hall, it felt heavy as a stone. "You are certain?" Lord...

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