The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You stand at the edge of the treeline, where the ancient oaks give way to the barren, wind-scoured expanse of the high moor, and the air is so thin and cold that it feels less like atmosphere and more like a physical weight pressing against your lungs, a silent accusation that has followed you for thirty years, for thirty years since the day the world ended for everyone else while you merely...

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