The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The wind had a voice. It spoke in the creak of the oak beams and the shudder of the slate roof. I listened. I am a man who listens. My name is Elias Thorne. I am the Warden of the Threshold. My duty is singular. I must keep the house. The house is an organism. It breathes. It sleeps. It wakes. It demands. I sit in the study. The fire is low. The ash is white. Like bone. Like snow. The wind...

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