The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The order slipped from your fingers, the paper curling as it hit the stone floor. It was a simple list of demands, written in the cramped, ink-stained hand of Lord Vane. You picked it up, the weight of it negligible, yet it felt heavy as a hammer head in your palm. The town of Oakhaven was waking up, the sound of hammers on wood and the low moan of the mill wheel filling the air, but in the...

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