The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The wind does not howl in the valley of the white stone; it whispers with a tongue too thin to break the silence. You stand at the edge of the cliff, where the grass turns brittle and gold, and you watch the mist rise from the chasm below like the breath of a sleeping god. You are a soldier, though your armor is rusted iron and your sword is a branch of ash wood, sharp enough to cut flesh but...

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