The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The leather glove was tight, the seams pulling against the skin of your wrist where the Rot had already begun to eat the knuckles, a dry, flaking sensation that felt less like injury and more like a second, colder layer of flesh. You held it in your right hand, the only one that still responded to the heat of the inkwell, staring at the blank page before you in the scriptorium of Aethelgard,...

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