The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The stone was cold, but the name it whispered was warm. Sir Aldric stood in the center of the courtyard, his hand resting on the pale slab that had been the heart of the keep for three centuries. The sigil etched into its surface was fading, the lines worn smooth by time and rain, yet when the wind died, the voice came again. Elara. It was not a memory, though it sounded like one. It was a...

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