The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink bled. I watched it spread across the parchment, a dark red stain that looked too much like a wound. I was Elias, forty-two, a scribe in the sealed Abbey of St. Jude, and I had wanted this page for three years. The Abbot’s decree said the *Codex* was cursed, but I knew better. I knew the ink was a test. If I lied, it turned red. If I told the truth, it stayed black. I needed the pension....

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