The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The seal wax cracked under Thorne’s thumb, a sharp, brittle sound that echoed in the high vault of the Council chamber. He pressed the stamp down again, harder, until the red paste bled into the creases of the parchment. The room was cold, a damp chill that seeped through his wool tunic and settled in his joints, a pain he had carried for twenty years and finally learned to ignore. He was...

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