The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The road that winds down from the highlands into the valley of Oakhaven is not merely a path but a throat, a narrow, dusty maw that swallows the light and spits out only the grey, damp air of the settlement below, and you walk it with the heavy, leaden weight of a man who has forgotten how to be human, carrying within your chest a secret so sharp it cuts the lining of your ribs with every...

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