The Pale Altar
The ledger of the Pale Order counted three hundred and twelve souls bound to the foundation stones, a debt of ink and silence that weighed heavier than the stone itself. You stood before the High Inquisitor, Elias, your hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the petition you had drafted in the dead of night, a document that smelled of ozone and desperation. The...
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