The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The map was wrong. Marcus knew it was wrong. He held the tablet in his left hand, the screen glowing a sterile blue in the gray dawn. The route indicated a straight line. A vector. Clean. Efficient. The terrain, however, was not a vector. The terrain was mud. It was slick, sucking at his boots with a wet, oral greed. It was a living thing. He walked. His companion, Silas, walked three paces...

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