The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mud is thick. It sucks at your boots. You are running. Your lungs burn. The air tastes of iron and old blood. You are a soldier. You are a guard. You are a father. You are all of these things at once, and none of them fit. The wall looms. High. White. Unyielding. It is the Altar. Everyone calls it that. No one knows why. Maybe because it is where they die. Maybe because it is where they...

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