The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell rang three times. It was a dull sound. Like a stone dropped in a well. I stood at the gate. The mud was cold. It soaked my boots. I held the sword. It was heavy. The hilt was worn smooth. My hands bled. I did not feel it. I looked up. The tower was dark. A single window glowed. Yellow. Sickly. Like an eye that would not close. Thomas stood beside me. He was old. His face was a map of...

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