The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bread is cold. You know this because you have been holding it for three days. It is a dense, sourdough loaf, heavy as a brick, wrapped in oilcloth. Your hands are stained with flour and blood. You do not look down. You look at the door. It is oak. It is barred. You are a Warden of the Hearth. This is your title. It is also your lie. The city of Oakhaven does not have wardens. It has keepers...

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