The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The glass was not merely an object in Elias Thorne’s hands; it was the membrane of his own remaining sanity, a fragile, transparent boundary between the man he had been and the hollowed-out vessel he was becoming. He stood in the center of his kitchen in Harrowgate, a town that seemed to have been carved from gray slate and forgotten by the rest of the world, holding the chalice with a...

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