The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The parchment was damp, the edges soft as old bread, and Thomas Bradshaw held it with fingers that trembled not from cold, but from the weight of the debt written in its margins. He was thirty years old, a scribe of middling talent and middling health, serving the Duke of York in the besieged keep of Alnwick, where the air tasted of coal smoke and rat droppings. The *Codex Sanctus* was nearly...

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