The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ledger sat upon the oak desk, its spine cracked like a dried riverbed, and I ran my thumb over the indented grooves of the leather as if I could feel the weight of the years trapped within its pages, a tactile memory of service that had outlasted the men who had written it, for in the shadow of the High House, where the air smelled perpetually of beeswax and old parchment, we were not men...

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