The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bone snapped with the wet, definitive crack of a dry branch breaking under heavy snow. I felt the vibration travel up through my shin, a dull, throbbing ache that seemed to resonate in the marrow of my soul. I was on my knees in the marble atrium of the Ministry of Civic Harmony, the polished floor cold and slick against my palms, and directly above me stood Director Halloway. He did not...

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