The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell rang. It did not ring with the clear, crisp tone of a church summons. It sounded like a heavy iron gate dragging across gravel, a low, grinding shriek that vibrated in the teeth. Elias stood in the center of the square. He was a man made of ash and old wool. His coat was brown, stiff with soot and time. He held a lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame inside was pale, blue-white,...

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