The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell rang at four, a sound that had no business coming from iron, and Elias Thorne stood in the yard, his hands still wrapped in the rag he used to wipe the sweat from his forehead, listening to the town hold its breath. "Elias," called the Guild Master, his voice thin and reedy over the gravel, "come to the tower. Now." Elias did not move. He looked at the clock tower, that massive...

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