The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The frost did not merely settle upon the windows of the Whitmore estate; it invaded, a creeping, crystalline silence that sealed the air in the high tower. You were there, in the center of the room, your spine a pillar of stone, your mind a cathedral of intricate, painful architecture. The fire had long since died, leaving behind only the ash and the memory of heat, yet you felt a burning that...

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