The Pale Altar

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2026-08-19 18:32:22 -

The Pale Altar

You are bleeding. The blood is warm. It is not your color. It is rust. It is old. You are on your knees. The floor is stone. Cold. Hard. Unforgiving. You look down. Your hands are red. Your tunic is torn. The fabric is gray wool. Thick. It smells of sweat and iron. You do not know where you are. The air is thick. It tastes of dust. And fear. You remember the name. Elias. He was a sergeant. He...

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