The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mud sucked at my boots. It was a cold, grey morning. The town of Oakhaven lay under a heavy sky. I walked the cobbled street. My knees ached. I am a man of books. Or I was. Now I am a man of hunger. My name is Arthur. I taught Latin. I taught logic. I believed in the structure of the world. I believed that if you followed the rules, the world would hold you up. It did not. The coin purse...

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