The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and iron, a stench that Renate Becker had learned to associate with the end of shifts at the mill, where the looms ran hot enough to blister skin and the air hung heavy with the dust of broken thread. She stood at the edge of the long table, her uniform stiff with sweat, watching the Duke lift a goblet of wine the color of old blood, his smile tight and...

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