The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ledger sat open on the scarred oak desk, its pages thick with the dust of the foundry and the ink of debts I could not pay. I signed the final page, my hand trembling not from cold, though the draught from the high windows cut deep into my bones, but from the sheer weight of the numbers that demanded a permanent position at the Ironworks to cover my mother’s medical bills. It was October...

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