The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mud was thick. It sucked at Edward’s boots with a wet, heavy greed, refusing to let go. He stood in the center of the courtyard, his sword arm trembling not from fear, but from the sheer exhaustion of holding it aloft. Around him, the air hummed. It was a low, vibrating thrum that he felt in his teeth, in the hollows of his eyes, in the marrow of his bones. This was not a sound produced by...

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