The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The damp of the crypt did not smell of rot, but of cold iron and old blood, a scent that clung to Aldric’s tunic and seeped into his pores, a physical weight that mirrored the exhaustion settling into his bones. He sat before the Pale Altar, a monolith of white stone that seemed to drink the scant light from the single tallow candle, its surface smooth as a river stone yet vibrating with a low,...

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