The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The smell of burnt sugar and stale incense hung in the air of the Cathedral of St. Jude like a physical weight, pressing against the eyelids of Brother Elias. It was a heavy, cloying scent, the kind that settled in the throat and refused to be coughed up. Elias stood behind the altar, his hands resting on the cold stone, watching the steam rise from the chalice. The chalice was not for wine. It...

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