The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The paper smelled of iron and wet earth, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a bad taste. He held the confession of Brother Anselm under the tallow lamp, his fingers stained with the same grey dust that coated the scriptorium floor. The ink was fresh, still tacky, and the signature at the bottom was unmistakably his own. Elias had not written it. He had not signed it....

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