The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bread is not bread. It is a lie that has learned to ferment. "Brother Elias," the Abbot said, his voice a dry leaf scraping across stone. "You speak of miracles with the tongue of a thief." I looked at him. He stood by the iron gate of the infirmary, his black robes swallowing the dim light of the corridor. Behind him, the pantry door was barred. Inside that room, the Pale Altar waited. It...

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