The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ledger was bound in cracked leather, its spine held together by a strip of dried glue that flaked onto Elias’s thumb like dead skin. He held it up to the gray light filtering through the high, barred windows of the Ministry of Records, where the air tasted of damp limestone and old paper. Twelve years old, with ink permanently stained into the whorls of his fingerprints, Elias Vance stood...

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