The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The frost on the windowpanes of the Ashworth estate was not merely cold; it was a judgment. It had settled over the past three nights, a thick, intricate lattice of ice that turned the glass into a frosted mirror, blurring the world outside until it was nothing but a vague, gray smear of pine and snow. Inside, the air was dry and tasted of dust and old paper. Julian sat in the high-backed...

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