The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Elara. The name was not a call but a summons, barked by the steward from the threshold of the infirmary, his voice flat and bureaucratic, cutting through the low hum of the fog that pressed against the single, grimy window. She did not look up from the basin of brine where she was soaking the afterbirth, her fingers working with the cold, mechanical efficiency of a woman who had long since...

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