The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I The salt marshes beyond the port of Aethel lay silver and flat at dusk, a vast expanse of wetland that seemed to swallow the horizon where the sea met the sky, and in this timeless city of debt and deference, the only things that moved with purpose were the customs clerks and the tide. I was Fatima Othman, an archivist of thirty-four years, and I stood before the Codex Aeterna in the high...

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