The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The tablet is heavy. Not heavy like a stone, but heavy like a debt. It sits in my hands, the edges worn smooth by five years of friction against my palms, the surface etched with glyphs that shift when I am not looking directly at them. I am Elias. I am thirty-two. I hold the Pale Altar, and because I hold it, my brother Thomas is dying. The High Chancellor’s office smells of dry rot and ink....

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