The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The chalice was heavy in Sergeant Thomas Hale’s hands, its rim chipped from years of use, holding a wine that looked dark as dried blood. He held it steady, his knuckles white against the pewter, while the laughter of the men in the hall swelled around him like a rising tide. It was the Feast of St. Jude in the year 1342, and the stone keep of Oakhaven groaned under the weight of the crowd, the...

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