The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bus smelled of damp wool and old coffee, a scent that clung to the curtains of the world like a second skin. Elias Thorne stood in the aisle, clutching a leather-bound book to his chest. It was not a Bible, nor a novel, but a ledger. A record of debts. Specifically, the debt of the town of Oakhaven. For three years, Elias had worked as an actuary for the municipal insurance board, a job...

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