The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron gates of the Foundry did not creak when Sergeant Elias Thorne pushed them open, for they had been rusted shut by the weight of a silence so thick it had calcified into a physical barrier, a wall of oxidized dread that smelled of wet ash and old blood, and he, who had spent the last seven years of his life in the service of the Iron Covenant, a military order that had once claimed to...

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