The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink was still wet on the ledger when Silas left. He did not look back. The heavy oak door slammed against the stone wall, a sound like a bone breaking in the quiet of the archive. Outside, the rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the grime from the cobblestones of the Old Quarter. Silas pulled his collar up. The air smelled of wet wool and old iron. He was a man of few words,...

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