The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The parchment lay flat on the oak table, its surface dry and brittle, waiting for the final line. I, Elias, forty-two years of service to the scriptorium of St. Jude, stared at the blank space where the date of my death was to be inscribed. The air in the room was thick with the scent of tallow and old dust, a smell that had settled into my pores over the last decade of silence. My hands were...

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