The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The chisel slipped, a sharp crack echoing off the vaulted ceiling, and I froze, my breath held in my throat. Brother Thomas did not look up from his ledger. He was balancing the accounts for the wool trade, his quill scratching a steady, dry rhythm against the parchment. The sound was the only thing in the room that had not stopped when I struck the marble. I stared at the nick in the Pale...

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