The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the white void. There was no horizon. No sun. Only an infinite, sterile expanse of pale light that hummed with a low, persistent frequency. It felt like the air in a hospital corridor. Clean. Cold. Ominous. She held the ledger in her hands. It was a thick, black book. Its cover was worn smooth by decades of touch. The leather was cold to the touch, yet it...

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