The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The King’s herald, a man whose voice had been ruined by decades of shouting over the roar of cannons, did not shout Silas’s name so much as scrape it across the floor of the banquet hall. "Silas," he grunted, spitting a fleck of wine onto the polished oak. "The mason. Come forward." The air in the hall was thick, a physical weight composed of roasted boar, expensive perfume, and the metallic...

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