The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The Duke’s voice cracked like a whip in the silent hall, calling your name with a sneer that tasted of copper and old wine. "Elara Vance. You dare show your face here, you daughter of a thief?" The cold stone floor bit through the soles of your shoes, but the heat in your chest was a different kind of fire, a steady, rhythmic pulse that thrummed against your ribs where your mother’s silver...

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