The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The fog in the valley was not merely weather; it was a substance, thick and gelatinous, pressing against the windowpanes of the observatory like a living skin. I stood at the glass, my breath fogging the air in short, sharp bursts. The machinery hummed. It was a constant, low-frequency vibration that I felt in my teeth, in the marrow of my shins. The resonance engine. We called it the...

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