The Pale Altar
The chandelier in the dining room of the Alpine villa was a monstrosity of crystal and brass, casting a light that was bright enough to bleach the color from the faces of the twelve men and women seated around the long oak table. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table, his hands steady as he ladled the steaming, amber-colored liquid from the copper tureen into twelve identical ceramic...
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