The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The hand was the first thing to go. It did not fall. It did not rot. It simply ceased to be hers, peeling away like wet paper from a wall. Elara stood in the center of the marble hall, watching her own skin curl into ash. She felt no pain. Only a cold, clean absence. The air in the Palace of Saint Jude was thick with the scent of lavender and old stone. It was a scent that clung to the lungs....

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