The Pale Altar

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2026-08-19 08:44:22 -

The Pale Altar

The hammer rang against the stone with a sound like a dying bell, and the dust that rose from the impact was thick, choking, and tasted of iron and old blood. I stood with my back against the cold, weeping wall of the chapel, my hands bound not by rope but by the sheer, crushing weight of my own shame, while the Magistrate stood before me, his velvet robes pooling on the flagstones like spilled...

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