The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain in St. Jude’s district did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a mirror that reflected the gaslight in long, trembling ribbons. Elias Thorne walked with his collar turned up, not from cold, but from a desire to shrink, to make himself smaller than the shadow he cast against the brickwork. He was a man who had spent twenty years...

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