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The Blood Altar
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2026-07-15 07:15:41Haydee
I went down into the dark after her.
The broken stair fell away beneath the trial hall into a place that should not exist. Cold air rose to meet me, wet and old, carrying a smell I had no name for, iron and incense and something sweet gone rotten. Old stone. Steps worn smooth by feet that had climbed them long before Silvercrest set its hall on top.
Cole came down behind me. Then Hunter. Then Lucien, and behind them the braver of the pack
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