The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The pickaxe bit into the salt face with a sound like a bone snapping, sending a spray of white dust into the air that hung thick and heavy in the lamp-light, choking the lungs with the taste of ancient seas and rot. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and my hands are blistered and raw from the work of the Pale Altar, a labyrinthine cathedral carved into the living rock where the walls weep...

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