The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Thorne, you’re bleeding again. Mara’s voice cut through the hum of the ventilation shafts, sharp and practical, echoing off the vaulted ceiling of the Hall of Echoes. I looked down at my hands, the chisel still gripped in a fist that had begun to tremble, and saw the fine gray powder coating my knuckles, settling into the whorls of my fingerprints like ash from a cold fire. It was not blood,...

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