The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The nightmare was always the same, a cascading shatter of crystal and gold that left me gasping for air in the dark, the scent of ozone and old dust clinging to my throat. I sat up, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, knowing that the dream was not a premonition but a symptom, a fracture in the architecture of my own mind that I had been ignoring for too long. I was...

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