The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You leave the valley at dawn. The mist clings to your boots. It tastes of iron. You carry no sword. You carry only a lantern. Its glass is thick. Its light is pale. It is a boundary. It is a path. You are the seeker. You are the detective. You search for the theft. The theft of a soul. The soul belongs to your mother. She sleeps in the crypt. She does not wake. She does not age. She waits. You...

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