The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mortar between the bricks of the St. Jude’s bell tower was not merely crumbling; it was exhaling. Elara Vance stood on the scaffolding, her gloves stained with the gray dust of centuries, her fingers working the chisel with the precise, rhythmic violence of a surgeon removing a tumor. Above her, the sky was a bruised purple, heavy with the industrial smog that rolled in from the mills of...

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