The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The nib of the quill scratched against the vellum with a sound like a dry twig snapping in a frozen forest, a sharp, brittle noise that cut through the heavy, damp silence of the scriptorium where Elias sat hunched over his desk, his shoulders hunched forward as if the weight of the parchment were pressing him into the stone floor. He did not look up, for to look up was to admit that the text...

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