The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron stylus is cold in my hand, its tip worn to a blunt, dull point from years of scratching into parchment. I hold it up to the light, checking the edge, knowing that in three months I will be sixty years old and this tool will be the only thing I take with me when I leave the Royal Archives. My pension is due, but the ledger must be balanced, and Lord Vane has assigned me the task of...

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