The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

"The stone is dead," Kael whispered, his breath pluming in the freezing air of the workshop. "It has eaten its last year." Sadia Raza did not look up from her chisel. The iron bit into the granite, but no dust flew. Instead, a black sap oozed from the fracture, thick and cold, smelling of wet earth and old iron. She was thirty years old, though her hands felt fifty, stiff with the ache of a...

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