The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain hammered against the high, narrow windows of the scriptorium, a relentless drumming that seemed to count down the hours until dawn. Elias sat alone in the drafty room, the heavy pale wool cloak of his late mentor draped over his shoulders, its weight a familiar anchor against the creeping chill of his own failing heart. He was forty years old, an inquisitor with a promotion to Bishop...

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