The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the Abbey courtyard like a second skin, damp and cold against the soles of Sir Thomas Ashworth’s iron-shod boots, a sensation that had become indistinguishable from the gnawing ache in his joints which, in the silence of the dawn, seemed to whisper of his own impending dissolution. He stood before the heavy oak doors of the scriptorium, his hand...

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