The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The frost on the chapel door was thick enough to crack under a boot, and you knew that if you did not secure the silver chalice before the pass froze solid, your promotion to Chief Warden would evaporate like the morning mist. You were Elias, thirty-four, a man whose life was measured in the sharp angles of duty and the cold arithmetic of rank, and the village elders’ whispers that the chalice...

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