The Pale Altar
Did you ever think a crack could be a question? I found it in the base of the Pale Altar, a hairline fracture that ran deep into the limestone, and I knew then that the solstice was coming and the Guild Master would inspect it, and if he saw the flaw, he would strip my license, so I vowed to repair it before the light hit the peak, a promise that felt less like duty and more like a dare. The...
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