The Pale Altar
"Put it on the scale, Estrid. Weigh it." Estrid Lindqvist placed the bruised apple on the brass pan of the counter. The metal clinked against the wood, a sharp sound in the quiet of the station. Her brother Kael stood by the door, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his wool coat. He was trembling, a fine vibration that seemed to start in his feet and travel up his spine. Estrid watched...
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