The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The feast was a river of gold and grease, flowing over the tables of the high hall. Candles burned in hundreds, their flames trembling in the draft that seeped through the stone walls. The air smelled of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the sweat of many bodies pressed together in the dark. Elara sat at the edge of the table, her hands folded in her lap. She was the daughter of the Lord, but...

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