The Pale Altar
The first bird fell from the high window of the Council Chamber, its wings spread wide in a silent, catastrophic unfurling before it struck the marble floor with a wet, finality that silenced the room. You watched it land, its small body twitching, its eyes staring at the vaulted ceiling with a terror that mirrored your own. This was the sign. The omen you had waited for, the one you had...
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