The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream begins not with light, but with the specific, resonant hum of a tuning fork striking glass. You are standing in the center of the square, the cobblestones slick with rain that has no source, reflecting a sky the color of old bone. In your hands, you hold the Vessel. It is not a cup, nor a chalice, but a geometric impossibility, a prism of pale alabaster that seems to drink the ambient...

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