The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream was not of sleep, but of stone. Elias saw his mother’s face, not as she had been in life, soft and trembling with fever, but carved into the pale granite of the city’s central altar, her eyes hollowed out by the same chisel that had shaped the Guild’s ledgers. He woke with the taste of chalk dust on his tongue and the date of Friday looming over him like a guillotine blade. He was...

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