The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron gate of the keep had long since lost its sheen, corroded into a lattice of rust that wept reddish tears onto the flagstones below, yet Captain Elias Thorne stood before it as if it were a holy threshold, his hand resting not on the hilt of his sword, but on the cold, unyielding wood of the barricade he had erected with his own weary hands. The air in the courtyard was thick with the...

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