The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The frost in Oakhaven did not merely cover the ground; it calcified it, turning the earth into a brittle, white shell that cracked under the weight of silence. Elian Whitmore, twelve years old and sharp-eyed as a hawk, woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the recurring dream still clinging to his eyelids. In the dream, a white stag stood in the center of the village square, its antlers...

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