The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron bell did not ring; it screamed, a sound so visceral and jagged that it seemed to tear the sky open like wet paper. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his boots planted firmly in the cobblestones that were slick with a rain that smelled of sulfur and burnt copper. Above him, the architecture of the town defied the logic of the earth he had known, spires of black...

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