The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

"You found it," said the Chancellor. I nodded. My hand trembled. Not from cold. The air in the Great Hall was stagnant, thick with the scent of damp stone and old paper. It was the weight of the thing in my pocket that shook me. A shard. Small. Pale. Cold. It was 1893. The city outside was a beast of iron and steam. Smoke choked the sky. The factories did not sleep. They roared. They consumed....

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