The Pale Altar
The dream did not arrive so much as it sedimented, a thick, grey silt of industrial soot and spiritual exhaustion that settled over the mind of Captain Elias Thorne before the sun had even thought to breach the horizon of the iron-foundry town of Oakhaven. He stood in the center of a space that was not a room, but a cathedral of gears and steam, where the air tasted of copper and old blood, and...
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