The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

I woke with the taste of iron and old pennies on my tongue, the metallic tang of a storm that had passed but left its residue in the air. The room was dim, lit only by the sliver of grey daylight cutting through the heavy velvet drapes that smelled of damp wool and decay. I was in the guest house of the Ashworth estate, a sprawling, soot-stained monstrosity of brick and iron that dominated the...

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