The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The oak doors of the Guild Hall groaned open, releasing a breath of stale incense and damp stone that settled upon your shoulders like a heavy, invisible cloak. You stood in the courtyard, the cobblestones slick with the morning rain, watching the last of the apprentices file past the threshold. They were young, their eyes bright with the arrogance of the untested, moving with the fluid ease of...

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