The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The salt in the jar whispers. You know this because you touched it. You are Silas, thirty-two, an inspector of the industrial court, and your hands are trembling not from fear but from the sudden, cold weight of the truth. The Duke’s cellar is damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting cabbages and old stone. You have come to purify the Grand Feast. You want to remove the tainted salt, the...

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