The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The walls of the Pale Altar were breathing, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction that Elias Thorne had learned to ignore over his twelve years of service, though today the exhalation carried a scent of copper and wet earth that made his teeth ache. He stood in the central atrium, his uniform pressed and his badge polished to a mirror shine, staring at the perimeter wall where the stone...

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