The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mist in the Hall of Echoes did not drift; it pooled, a viscous gray sludge that smelled of ozone and old paper, clinging to the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he stood before the obsidian desk of the High Archivist. The room was a bureaucratic purgatory, a surreal expanse where shadows bled ink and the air itself possessed a tangible, crushing weight, a physical manifestation of the...

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