The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream began not with a sound, but with the sensation of weightlessness, a peculiar, airy void that seemed to unspool the very fabric of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s consciousness, leaving him suspended in a mist that tasted of copper and old rain. He was standing in a cathedral that did not exist on any map of the known world, a vast, spiraling structure of bone-white stone that pulsed with a...

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