The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You wake in the library, though it is not the library you knew, nor the city that built it. The air tastes of ozone and old paper, a sharp, metallic sweetness that coats the back of your throat. You are holding a bird. It is small, no larger than your fist, and its feathers are the color of ash, a pale, brittle gray that seems to absorb the dim light rather than reflect it. Your hands are...

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