The Pale Altar

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2026-08-17 18:26:42 -

The Pale Altar

The sky above the city of Aethelgard did not crack; it peeled. It came away in long, curling strips of burnt parchment, revealing not the void beneath, but a wet, pulsing membrane of raw flesh that stretched from horizon to horizon. This was the first day of the Unraveling, or so the sirens claimed, their digital voices glitching into a staccato of static that sounded like teeth chattering in...

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