The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Chapter One The sap weighed four ounces, but it felt heavier in Esther Gault’s hand than the iron shackle she had carried for six years. It was a pale, viscous liquid, thick as honey and cold as the river mud where she had harvested it from the roots of the weeping ash. She stood in the center of the industrial estate, the fog rolling in from the mountains like a gray tide, swallowing the...

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