The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The letter lay on the kitchen table, its paper yellowed and brittle as dried leaves, the ink faded to a rusty brown that smelled faintly of iron. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers trembling slightly, not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the words that had arrived that morning. It was from the solicitor, confirming that Julian Thorne, his brother, had died three days prior,...

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