The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The morning light fell through the high, arched windows of the Grand Hall, cutting through the dust motes in sharp, golden shafts that seemed to hang suspended in the heavy air. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood before the great stone basin in the center of the room, his hands resting on the cool, wet rim of the marble. The water was still, a perfect mirror reflecting the vaulted ceiling and the...

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