The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell rang. It did not ring for the hour. It rang for the soul. I heard it from the floor. I was lying on the cold stone. The dust tasted of iron and old blood. My head throbbed. I tried to sit up. My arms would not obey. They were leaden. Heavy. Useless. I knew where I was. I knew who I was. I was not the man I had been. I was the thing that remained after the fire. The door opened. Light...

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