The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You stand at the edge of the obsidian cliff, where the air tastes of copper and old dust, and you look down into the valley that stretches out before you like a wound that has never quite healed. The world below is not the world you were sworn to protect; it is a fractured mosaic of geometric impossibilities, where gravity is a suggestion rather than a law and the sky is a bruised purple canvas...

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