The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream was not a place but a smell, a thick, cloying perfume of overripe figs and copper that clung to the back of Silas Vane’s throat as he woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. He lay in the narrow bed of his apartment in the grey, rain-slicked city, the air conditioning humming a low, mechanical drone that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into his bones, a reminder that...

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