The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The silence in the watchtower was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against your temples and settled in the marrow of your bones, a silence that smelled of wet stone, old iron, and the faint, sweet rot of the lichen that clung to the northern wall where the wind never quite reached. You stood there, your hands resting on the hilt of your sword, the leather grip worn smooth by...

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