The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

"Is it true, then? That the walls breathe when the moon is high?" The question hung in the damp air of the warden’s office, heavy and cold. Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger. His quill scratched against the parchment, a dry, rasping sound that seemed to echo too loudly in the small, stone-walled room. Outside, the wind battered the shutters of Oakhaven Prison, a sound like dry leaves...

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