The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink on the vellum was not black, but a bruised purple that seemed to pulse in time with the failing rhythm of Elias Thorne’s heart. He sat in the crypt beneath the Abbey of St. Jude, the dampness of the stone seeping into his bones, his lungs burning with the familiar, wet rattle that had plagued him for the last three years. The Codex of the Pale Altar lay open before him, its pages thick...

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