The Pale Altar

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2026-08-21 20:47:57 -

The Pale Altar

You are standing in the center of the rotunda, and the air tastes of copper and wet stone. It is a taste you have come to know well in these last three years, a metallic tang that clings to the back of your throat like a secret you cannot keep. Above you, the vaulted ceiling is a map of fractures, dark veins spreading through the plaster like the roots of a dying tree. This is the Hall of...

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