The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The stone wept before you even spoke. Black sap, thick and viscous as tar, oozed from the hairline cracks in the limestone wall of the Department of Records, pooling on the floor with a wet, rhythmic drip. You are Elias, twelve years old, a junior clerk with ink-stained fingers and a hunger that has nothing to do with food. You want the promotion. You want the corner desk with the view of the...

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