The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mist in the Mekong delta does not merely obscure; it weighs. It pressed against the loess cliffs of the court, a physical dampness that seeped into the joints of my armor, while the bell buoy in the fog rang its hollow, metallic note, marking the time with a violence that felt personal. I was Văn An, master of arcane jurisprudence, and I stood before the Pale Altar, the stone surface slick...

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