The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron gate of the City of Vellum did not creak; it sighed, a long, low exhalation that seemed to rise from the bones of the earth itself, and you stood before it with your hands bound behind your back by chains that were cold not from the morning frost but from a profound, spiritual chill that had settled into your marrow years ago. "You have come to confess," said the Voice, which was not a...

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