The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The morning I left, the air in the manor was so thick with the scent of dried lavender and old stone that it felt less like atmosphere and more like a physical weight pressing against my lungs, a suffocating embrace from the house itself. I stood in the center of the grand hall, where the dust motes danced in the slivers of pale sunlight that pierced the high, arched windows, and I watched the...

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