The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

"You’re bleeding," said the woman at the gate, her voice flat and dry as old parchment. "I am aware of my condition," Silas replied, not looking up from the clay he was shaping. His hands, thick-knuckled and scarred, moved with a mechanical precision that belied the tremor in his shoulders. The village of Oakhaven lay behind him, a smudge of thatched roofs and smoke against the bruised twilight...

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