The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain in Oren did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that dampened the stone and the breath alike, and you stood in the courtyard with your hands clasped behind your back, watching the High Curator, a man whose robes were dry despite the deluge because he had not been outside in years, address the assembly with the calm, surgical precision of a butcher selecting the best cut of...

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