The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Chapter One The harbor at Varna was a churn of wet wood and rusted iron, the smell of brine and rot hanging heavy over the docks where men hauled nets for a pittance. It was a place of debt, where every rope was borrowed and every breath owed to the merchant houses that controlled the grain. Vazgen Ivanovic stood at the edge of the pier, his fingers black with ink from the census taker’s desk,...

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