The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended curtain that smelled of wet chalk and old iron. It was a Tuesday, though the day of the week had ceased to matter to Elias Thorne three weeks prior, when the debt collectors had finally stopped knocking on the door and started cutting the nails of his fingers. Elias was a restorer of reliquaries, a man who spent his days...

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