The Pale Altar
The sky above the manor did not darken; it calcified. It turned the color of old bone, a pale, sterile white that bleached the shadows out of the world and left only a flat, terrifying light. You stood in the center of the great hall, the floor beneath your feet no longer oak but a seamless expanse of marble so cold it seeped into the marrow of your legs. You were not the master of this house....
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