The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The wound appeared on the back of Elara’s left hand at dawn, a fresh, pulsing tear that bled a dark red against her pale skin, mirroring the jagged crack she had spent twenty years smoothing on the surface of the pale stone altar. She stood in the windowless archive of the Order of St. Jude, the air thick with the scent of old paper and dust, and felt the vitality drain from her limbs as the...

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