The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The cellar door was locked, not for safety, but for silence. It was a heavy oak slab, banded with iron that had long since rusted into a color indistinguishable from the dried blood of the earth itself, and it sat at the bottom of a stone staircase that spiraled down into the dark belly of the manor like a throat swallowing its own shadow. Margaret Holloway stood before it, her hands trembling...

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