The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The road is wet. It smells of iron and old rain. You walk. Your boots are heavy. The mud pulls at your heels. You are a knight. Or you think you are. The armor is rusted. It grinds against your ribs. You carry no sword. You carry a mirror. It is cracked. A web of fractures covers the glass. You hold it up. Your face is split into a dozen shards. Each piece looks different. Some are old. Some...

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