The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain smells of iron. You smell it on your skin. You smell it in the air. It is the scent of the old blood. It is the scent of the new. You stand at the gate. The gate is wood. The wood is black. The wood is wet. You hold a knife. The knife is dull. You do not care. You step inside. The house is large. The house is dark. The house is yours. Or it was. Before the war. Before the fire. Before...

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