The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall of the Whitmore estate did not smell of wine or roasted pheasant, but of the heavy, cloying sweetness of decay, a perfume so thick it felt less like an aroma and more like a physical weight pressing against the inside of one’s skull. We were gathered there, the wives and daughters of the industrialists who had built the city’s steel bones, seated at a table so long it...

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