The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The chisel slipped, biting into the vein of the marble, and a thread of red mist curled up from the cut, smelling of iron and old blood. I wiped the sweat from my brow with a sleeve that was already stiff with dust, watching the vapor dissipate against the cold air of the workshop. The stone did not break; it bled. This was the third night I had stolen the chisel from Master Aldous’s belt, and...

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