The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I Talha Swati remembered the weight of the stone long before he remembered the face of the King, a memory that arrived not as a picture but as a pressure in the jaw, a dull ache that had lived in the back of his skull for thirty-two years and which he had mistaken, in his younger and more foolish days, for a feeling of duty. It was the fog that made the port useless, a thick, yellowish...

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