The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The cough starts in the back of your throat, a dry, hollow rattle that tastes of rust and old dust. You are Elias, forty-two, a stonemason in the ancient city of Oria, and you are dying. You know this because the sound in your chest has become the only true measure of your days, a metronome counting down to a silence you can already feel pressing against your ribs. You want to finish the Pale...

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