The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bone is cold. You hold it. It is small. It is white. It is your thumb. You do not remember losing it. You remember the pain. A sharp, bright spike. Then the silence. Now you are in the house. The house is old. The wood is black. The air is thick. It smells of wet wool and dust. You are the investigator. You have a lantern. The light is yellow. It shakes. Your hands shake. You are not...

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