The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink in my well smelled of iron and old blood, a scent that seemed to curdle in the air of the High Court. I am Thomas, thirty-two, a junior clerk who has spent six years balancing the King’s ledgers with the precision of a surgeon. I want the Master’s seal. I want it to validate my debt-free ledger, the only clean sheet in a court drowning in rot. The Whisper is in the walls again. It is...

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