The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream begins not with light, but with the smell of ozone and wet stone. You are standing in the center of the Hall of Echoes, the great rotunda at the heart of the Ministry of Antiquarian Arts. The air is thick, saturated with the dust of centuries, yet it hums with a low, electric frequency that vibrates in your teeth. You are wearing your white shirt, the one you saved for the most...

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