The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool, a scent that had long since evaporated from the physical world, and I found myself standing in the center of a vast, circular chamber that hummed with the low-frequency vibration of distant industry. The walls were not stone, but a translucent membrane that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic light, resembling the interior of a giant, beating...

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