The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron mallet sat heavy in Elias’s palm, its head cold and dull, the wood of the handle worn smooth by decades of handling. He stood in the basement of the Ministry of Antiquities, the air thick with the scent of damp limestone and old paper, a smell that had long ago replaced the memory of his own skin. Above him, the concrete ceiling hummed with the vibration of the city traffic, a...

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