The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The feast was a lie. It sat in the center of the stone hall, a mountain of roasted boar and honeyed cakes, steaming in the cold air. The air smelled of smoke and old blood. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table. He did not eat. He watched the light. The light was wrong. It did not come from the torches. It came from the floor. The stone tiles were white. They were not stone. They...

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