The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The quill in your hand is dry, the tip cracked like old bone, and you hold it against the parchment of the Great Codex as if it were a splinter you cannot extract from your flesh. The light in the high tower of the Pale Altar is thin and grey, the kind of afternoon sun that has no warmth, only a cold, inspecting clarity that picks out the dust motes dancing in the air above your desk. You have...

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