The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink was still wet on the vellum, the letters of the genealogy glistening under the tallow light, when the steward stepped forward from the shadows of the banquet hall. He did not speak, but his hand moved with the precise, mechanical efficiency of a man who had spent his life sorting other people’s lives into neat, manageable piles. He reached out and took the gloves from Elias’s hand. They...

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