The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You hold the sword. It is heavy. Not because of the steel. Because of the memory in the grip. The wood is worn smooth. Your father’s hands made it smooth. Your grandfather’s hands made it smoother. Now only you are left. The leather is cracked. The hilt is dark. It is a path. It is a boundary. It is the line between who you are and what you have become. The city breathes. The air is thick. It...

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