The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The decree arrived not on paper, but in the form of a silence that smelled of damp wool and iron filings, a hush that fell over the workshop of Elias Vane as the morning light failed to penetrate the heavy, dust-caked curtains that had not been drawn in three years. Elias stood before his loom, the heddles frozen in a mid-strike position, his hands still stained with the indigo and madder of a...

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