The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mud on the King’s Road had turned to a thick, sucking slurry that tested the soles of Elias’s worn boots with every step, a physical resistance that mirrored the heavy, cold weight of the silver chalice he clutched against his chest inside his tunic. Elias, a scribe of thirty-two years whose hands were stained permanently with the ink of other men’s fortunes, walked with the desperate,...

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