The Pale Altar
The chisel slips, and the pain is immediate, a hot white line cutting across your palm. You are Silas, High Warden of the Blackwood Estate, and the winter solstice is three days away. The Pale Altar in the crypt below the manor is fractured, a jagged scar running through its center like a frozen river, and it must be whole by the time the sun reaches its lowest point. This is not a suggestion;...
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