The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You stand at the edge of the precipice, where the cobblestones of the old town give way to the jagged, breathing mouth of the industrial wasteland, and the air here tastes not of rain or dust but of copper and ozone, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat like a lie you have been swallowing for decades. You are a builder of things, or so you told yourself in the years before the...

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