The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall of the Ironworks Guild was not built for light, but for the heavy, suffocating weight of accumulated power, a cavernous space where the air hung thick with the scent of roasting pheasant, beeswax, and the metallic tang of ambition that seemed to seep from the very bricks of the industrial empire. Captain Silas Vane sat at the head of the long oak table, his posture rigid as a...

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