The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The city of Oakhaven did not sleep; it merely held its breath, a vast, stone-lunged beast crouched beneath a canopy of perpetual twilight. In the shadow of the High Spire, where the air tasted of ozone and old iron, the Watchmen kept their vigil. They were not guards in the common sense, but something more akin to anatomists of the soul, tasked with the extraction of moral impurity from the...

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