The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream was always the same, a loop of red dust and ringing ears. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, the cobblestones slick with rain that smelled of iron and old blood. In his hands, he held the Altar Stone, a slab of pale granite that had belonged to the town for three centuries. It was heavier than it looked, dense with the weight of every prayer whispered against it,...

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