The Pale Altar
The central seal of the Ashworth Estate deed, a heavy disc of hammered bronze and silver, sat on the desk before me like a dead eye, and I had spent the last three years pretending it did not have a crack. It was a hairline fracture, barely visible to the untrained eye, running diagonally from the inscription of the founder’s name to the edge of the metal, a flaw that my magnifying glass...
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