The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The morning light did not break over the valley of Elmsworth so much as it seeped through the perpetual grey mist, a slow, reluctant bleeding of pale gold onto the wet cobblestones where the town’s oldest stones lay buried in the mud of centuries, and it was in this damp, breathing quiet that Sir Aldric Thorne, a man whose armor had been polished to a mirror sheen by the sweat of a hundred...

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