The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The heavy oak door of the manor groaned against its iron hinges, a sound like a dying man’s last breath, as Thomas Bradshaw stepped out into the cold, damp air of the courtyard. He carried no sword, no shield, nor any visible mark of his rank as the Lord’s Chief Warden, but in his hands, held with a tenderness that belied his calloused grip, was a glass jar filled with a single, pulsing violet...

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