The Pale Altar

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2026-08-17 04:22:13 -

The Pale Altar

I woke with the taste of copper and old dust in my mouth, the residual flavor of a dream that had not so much faded as dissolved into the sterile, humming air of the archive. The fluorescent lights above the long oak tables flickered with a rhythmic, arrhythmic pulse, a mechanical heartbeat that seemed to synchronize with the throbbing in my temples. I am Dr. Arthur Penhaligon, a senior...

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