The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink is still wet on the parchment, and your hand trembles, not from the cold in the scriptorium, but from the weight of what you must confess to the Abbot. You are Elias, an inquisitor of thirty years, and you have arrested Thomas Bradshaw, a scribe of modest reputation, for harboring a heresy that burns hotter than any pyre. The charge is simple, yet the evidence is a mark, a pale, jagged...

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