The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The feast was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of consumption. We sat in the high tower of the Keep, the windows open to the biting wind that swept across the frozen marshes, and we ate the roasted boar, the honeyed venison, and the thick, dark bread that crumbled like dry earth upon our tongues. The air was thick with the smell of tallow and old blood, and the light from the hundred...

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