The Pale Altar

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2026-08-19 01:14:10 -

The Pale Altar

You hold the bone. It is cold. It is long. It is white. It is yours. The rain hits the thatch. It drums a dead rhythm. You do not flinch. You are a soldier. You are a keeper. You are a fool. "Put it down, Thomas." That is your brother. That is Ewan. He stands in the doorway. His tunic is wet. His eyes are wet. He looks at you. He looks at the bone in your hand. "Drop it," he says. "Now." "I...

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