The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Kraków in winter is a city of wet stone and silence. The fog does not rise; it sits, heavy and grey, pressing against the windows of the old quarter like a hand against glass. Zofia Piotrowski stood on the ferry queue, her breath misting in the cold air, watching the water churn black beneath the wooden planks. She had come for the manuscript, a rare codex that would secure her tenure at the...

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