The Pale Altar
The road was not a road at all, but a scar in the earth, torn open by the passage of men who had forgotten the names of the things they killed. You walked it because there was nowhere else to go, and because the silence behind you was heavier than the mud under your boots. You were an exile, though the word felt too large for the shape of your grief. You were simply a man who had seen the...
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