The Pale Altar

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2026-08-18 04:23:46 -

The Pale Altar

The dream was always the same, a grey and formless expanse where the air tasted of copper and old dust. I stood in the center of it, holding a small, white object in my hands. It was warm, pulsing with a rhythm that matched my own heart, though it was not alive. It was a ceramic vessel, simple in its design, unadorned save for a single, hairline fracture that ran from its lip to its base. I...

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