The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall in the village of Oakhaven was not built for joy. It was a stone throat, high and vaulted, designed to swallow sound and hold it still. For the centennial of the Border Guard, the tables were laid with white linen that looked like snow on a frozen field. The air smelled of roasted lamb, spilled wine, and the metallic tang of old swords mounted on the walls. Elias Thorne sat at...

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