The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mud was thick. It sucked at the boots of Sir Alaric Vane as he climbed the hill toward the keep. Rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless. It did not care for his rank. It did not care for his name. It only wetted him. Alaric carried a sword. It was heavy. The leather grip was worn smooth by hands before his. He carried a shield. It was dented. It bore the crest of the House of Vane. A stag...

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