The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine gray mist that settled on the cobblestones of the High City and refused to drain. You stood at the edge of the precipice, your uniform damp and heavy, the wool clinging to your shoulders like a second, colder skin. The city sprawled below you, a tangle of stone and shadow, its spires piercing the low clouds. It was a place of order, of...

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