The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I The looms in the silk town clattered like the teeth of a hungry dog, a relentless, mechanical chewing that filled the air with the scent of hot steam and twisted fibers, while the karst towers outside the city walls stood silent and white against the first real dark of autumn. In the dye-house overseer’s office, Rania Nasser, thirty-two, stood before the King’s fevered form, her hands...

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