The Pale Altar

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2026-08-17 11:14:15 -

The Pale Altar

I woke to the smell of wet ash and the sound of a bell that did not ring. It was a phantom toll, deep in the marrow of my bones, vibrating against the teeth. I lay in my narrow bed in the university’s oldest dormitory, the stone walls sweating with the damp chill of the October fog, and I knew with a certainty that bypassed reason that the time for pretense had ended. The dream had shown me the...

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