The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Chapter One My fingers were slick with the wet clay of the ledger’s binding as I thrust it forward, the paper trembling against the damp air. Henri Fontaine, the name scratched into the guard’s roster, felt less like a title and more like a brand, searing into the skin of my identity as the Mayor’s men closed the circle. The stone slab in the square, the Pale Altar, loomed behind me, its...

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