The Pale Altar
The chisel in my hand weighed exactly four ounces, a precise instrument of steel and walnut handle that I had sharpened until the edge could split a hair, and I was using it to scrape a flake of calcified lichen from the base of the marble plinth known in the staff directory as the Pale Altar. I am Elias Thorne, twenty-four years old, and I hold the position of Junior Archivist at St. Jude’s...
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