The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The carriage wheels grind against the gravel drive, a sound like teeth snapping in the dark, as you pull your collar up against the chill that seeps through the wool of your coat. You are Elias, a clerk of thirty-two years, and you have come to the ancestral estate of Silas, your mentor, to collect the final ledger that will clear the debts hanging over your head like a noose. The house looms...

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