The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall. It hung. Suspended in the air of the office, the water droplets froze in mid-descent. They glittered like diamonds against the gray sky, a static curtain of liquid glass. Elias sat at his desk. His hands rested on the keyboard. They were still. The monitor hummed. It was a low, sick note. A drone that vibrated in his teeth. He looked at the screen. The cursor blinked. It...

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