The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ledger was a thing of terrible beauty, bound in leather the color of dried blood, its pages thick with the weight of names that had never asked to be written. Elias Thorne sat in the windowless office of the Magistrate’s Hall, the air stagnant and tasting of dust and old ink, and he stared at the column of figures that did not add up. Outside, the city of Oakhaven slept under a sky so heavy...

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