The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You wake to the sound of your own heart beating against the ribcage, a wet and rhythmic thud that seems to vibrate in the marrow of your bones, and you realize with a slow, creeping horror that you are no longer made of flesh, blood, and sinew, but of something cold, grey, and impossibly durable, a substance that feels like polished stone or perhaps hard clay, yet it is your body, your skin,...

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