The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The storm had not yet broken, but the stone chapel held its breath as if it had. Elara sat before the Pale Altar, her hand trembling so violently that the quill slipped from her fingers and clattered against the cold flagstones. She was thirty-two, a novice scribe of no particular rank, and she wanted only the Master’s blessing to copy the inscription that had eluded the order for a century....

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