The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain fell on the courtyard like a shroud. It was a cold, gray drizzle that turned the cobblestones slick and dark. Elias stood by the wall. He did not shiver. His armor was heavy. The iron plates clinked softly as he shifted his weight. He watched the gate. It was stone. It was old. It had no hinges. It simply was. Elias was the captain of the guard. He had served for ten years. He had...

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