The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The road was white. Not with snow, but with the dust of the mill, a fine, choking powder that coated the tongue and settled in the creases of the skin. Elias walked. His boots were heavy, soaked through with the gray sludge of the valley. Behind him, the factory churned. The smoke was thick, a bruised purple that swallowed the sun. It did not lift. It never lifted. Elias was a scholar of...

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