The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You are walking the long, grey road that leads to the High Table, and the mud is sucking at your boots with a wet, rhythmic pull. It is a Tuesday, though the days of the week have little meaning in the Valley of the Pale Bell, where the sky is the color of old dishwater and the air tastes of iron and burnt sage. You are carrying a basket on your back, and inside the basket is the thing. You do...

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