The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The road to Blackwood Manor was a ribbon of mud that seemed to swallow the wheels of Elias Vane’s cart, pulling him into the earth with a slow, sucking resistance. He was thirty years old, a mason of decent repute in the county, yet he drove the cart himself because he could not afford a hired hand, much less the interest on the debt his father had left him. The year was 1348, and the air...

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