The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The chisel was cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, its steel edge biting into the white stone with a sound like a bone snapping. He paused, wiping the grit from his forehead with a sleeve that smelled of wet wool and rust, and looked up at the structure that dominated the center of Oakhaven. It was a monolith of pale limestone, smooth and featureless, rising from the cobblestones like a tooth exposed...

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