The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink is dry. You are Elias, thirty-two, a scribe in the Imperial Chancery, and your eyes are failing. You want a transfer to the quiet Archives. You need the silence to save your sight. You sit in the Minister’s office, the wood of the chair creaking under your weight, and you bow low. You hide your trembling hands in your sleeves. The Minister, a man named Bradshaw, looks at you over his...

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