THE ALTAR WE BURNED
The Elders were gone—not dead, but cast into the place where betrayers wait.
Arthur fell to his knees, exhausted. Isabella held him.
"This is only the beginning," she whispered.
And outside, the sky wept fire.
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The silence in the sanctuary was deceptive—no longer the silence of peace, but that of a coming storm. As dawn threatened to break over Ember Hollow, the town held its breath. Somewhere deep in the forested boundaries beyond the village walls, ancient forces stirred. But here, inside the church, the war had already begun—in spirit, in flesh, and in purpose.
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