The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening with a viscosity that smelled of iron and old blood, as Elias Thorne pressed the seal into the wax with a force that cracked the ring against the table’s edge, a small, sharp pain that he ignored because the pain in his chest, where the curse had begun to eat at his sister Mara’s life force through some invisible tether, was far worse. He...

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