The Pale Altar
The town of Oakhaven did not have walls, but it had borders, and you had crossed them with the arrogance of a man who believed that geography was a suggestion rather than a law. You were an outsider, a man of the city, a stranger to the soil that had claimed the bones of your predecessors. They called you the Architect, though you knew you were merely a repairman, a specialist in the delicate...
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