The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The fire took the chapel in the night. I stood on the hill. I watched the smoke. It was black. It was thick. It smelled of rot. My name is Elias. I am a scribe. I copy the words of the dead. I keep the ledger. The ledger is heavy. The ink is dry. My hands are cold. We are poor. We have always been poor. The soil is hard. The winter is long. The lord does not care. The lord is far away. The lord...

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