The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain fell on the town of Oakhaven like a shroud. It was not the bright, cleansing rain of summer, but the heavy, grey drizzle that seeped into the marrow, turning the cobblestones slick and the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old decay. Elias Thorne walked through it. He walked with the steady, measured pace of a man who had long ago stopped looking for a destination and simply...

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