The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The name came to him not as a summons but as a crack in the morning air, a sharp, brittle sound that shattered the silence of the workshop before the sun had even cleared the low stone roofs of Oakhaven. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his boots caked in the grey dust of the kiln, and looked down at the floor where three years of his life lay in a glittering, chaotic sprawl of...

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