The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain on the road to the abbey was cold. It was a thin, persistent mist that soaked through the wool of your tunic and settled in the joints of your armor. You walked alone. You had walked alone for three days. The boots you wore were heavy, iron-shod, and they clanged against the wet stone with a rhythmic, dull thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. It was the sound of your own mortality. You were a...

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