The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The town of Oakhaven did not sleep; it merely held its breath. It was a place where the fog rose from the river like a living thing, thick and white and smelling of wet stone and rot. Here, the buildings were not structures but witnesses, their brick facades stained with decades of soot and secrets. Margot Vance had returned to Oakhaven after thirty years of silence, her hands trembling not...

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