The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ledger sat on the table, its spine cracked, the ink in the margin faded to a brown that looked like dried blood. You counted the entries again, your finger tracing the line where the debt was owed, where the land was claimed, where the winter was coming. Forty-two years old, and you still felt the weight of the paper against your thumb, a weight heavier than the iron key in your pocket. You...

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