The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The stone hums beneath your palm, a low, persistent vibration that travels up your arm and settles in your teeth. You are twelve years old, and you are standing before the Pale Altar, a boundary of grey rock that cuts across the only path into the valley. Lord Vane’s steward, Silas, stands behind you, his shadow long and thin in the dying light. "Touch it," Silas says, his voice smooth as...

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