The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ledger burned the moment Elias Thorne touched it, a searing heat that did not come from the paper but from the skin of his own hand, as if the ink were made of molten lead. He was forty years old, an archivist for the City of Oakhaven, and his father, Arthur, lay in the adjacent room screaming in a language that sounded like grinding stones. Elias pulled his blistered hand back, the air...

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