The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The fire did not roar; it whispered, a dry, rustling exhalation that smelled of singed oak and ancient dust, consuming the ledgers, the correspondence, and the very foundation of my reputation in the span of three breaths. I stood in the center of the ruins, my hands trembling not from the heat, which was already fading into a dull, gray embers, but from the profound, terrifying clarity of what...

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