The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The sky cracked open. Not with thunder, but with a scream of tearing silk. It was the sound of the world’s skin peeling back. Eleanor stood on the cobblestones of the old town square. Her feet were bare. The stones were cold. She looked up. The blue was gone. In its place was a swirling, bruised purple. A void. A hungry dark. "Look," she whispered. Her voice was small. It was swallowed by the...

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