The Pale Altar
You are standing at the edge of the abyss, not because you wish to fall, but because the gravity of your sin has become so dense, so tangible, that it has detached from the rest of your soul and settled into the marrow of your left knee, a jagged, cold shard of bone that grinds against the joint every time you attempt to walk, a constant, grinding reminder that you are not whole, that you are a...
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