The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ceramic shard lay on the mossy stone, sharp as a whisper and white as a bone. It was all that remained of the chalice, the vessel that had held the blood of the saint, or so the legend claimed. Elias picked it up, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence that had followed him across the border. He had come to the Abbey of St. Jude’s, a place of ruin and...

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