The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The forge hammers before the sun clears the crater’s rim, a rhythmic thud that vibrates in the teeth of every resident in the lower terraces. Milo Ithel, the bone-setter of the horse clans, stood at the edge of the property line where the shrine’s stones were worn smooth by centuries of hands, his knuckles swollen and rigid from the cold. He was forty years old, and the ache in his fingers was...

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