The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream was always the same, a recurring loop of white marble and the sharp, metallic scent of ozone that clung to the air of the High Court. Elias Vane stood in the center of the polished floor, his hands bound not by rope, but by the invisible weight of expectation. He was a man of the law, a judge in the industrial age, a pillar of the new order, yet in this sleep, he was merely a child...

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