The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell tolled for the third time as I raised the quill. The ink was black, thick as blood, and it bled into the parchment with a sluggish, inevitable grace. Outside, the rain hammered against the leaded glass of my study, a frantic, rhythmic pounding that matched the thrumming in my temples. I was writing the indictment. Not a letter. Not a plea. An indictment. My father sat in the corner, by...

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