The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream had no sky, only a ceiling of black oak beams so close they pressed against the crown of the mind like a lid on a jar. In the dream, the air was thick with the scent of drying sage and old parchment, and a single beam of light, pale as bone, cut through the gloom to illuminate a stone floor. On that floor lay a figure, curled tight as a seed, breathing with the shallow, desperate...

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