The Pale Altar
The parchment lay on the table, the ink still wet and glistening under the gaslight. Elias Thorne did not sign it. He slid the quill back into the holder, the tip dripping a black bead onto the wood, and looked at his brother, Julian, who stood by the door with his coat already buttoned to the chin. The letter was a summons from High Lord Vane, demanding the retrieval of the Pale Altar, a stone...
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