The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall of the Aethelgard Institute did not smell of roasted pheasant or spiced wine, but of ozone, wet stone, and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the lining of my throat like a second skin. We were gathered in a circle of white marble, the air thick with the hum of invisible machinery, the kind of quiet that precedes a storm or a verdict. I sat opposite Lord...

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