The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The air in the Hall of Whispers was not merely stale but curdled, thick with the scent of old incense and the metallic tang of fear that permeated the gilded corridors of the Imperial Court. Sir Aldous Vane, Master of the Guard, stood before the Pale Altar, a monolith of white marble that had slowly eroded under the weight of centuries, its surface pitted by time and now weeping a thin, viscous...

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