The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ice did not merely break; it surrendered, a long, shuddering fracture that split the frozen surface of the mill pond into jagged, weeping shards, revealing the black, still water beneath which seemed to swallow the light of the dying afternoon whole. Elara stood on the bank, her boots sinking into the silt, watching the pale slabs of ice drift apart like the bones of a giant slowly...

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