The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The letter was not in the pack. It was in the lining of the leather satchel, folded into a square no larger than a man’s thumbnail, and when Elias Thorne unfolded it, the paper smelled of tallow and dried blood, a scent that seemed to hang in the thinning air of the ridge like a fog that refused to lift. He was thirty-four years old, a warden of the northern pass in the mist-choked highlands of...

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