The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The cellar smelled of damp wool and old iron, a scent that Elara had spent three years trying to scrub from her own skin. She stood before the low stone altar, her fingers trembling as she counted the pages of the deed, one, two, three, each sheet heavy with the weight of their daughter’s future, while the air around them grew colder with every second that passed. Julian stood behind her, his...

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