The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the window of the interrogation room, a relentless, gray smear of water that turned the outside world into a blur of industrial smog and dying streetlights. I sat in the metal chair, my hands bound to the armrests with leather cuffs that had long since worn the flesh of my wrists, and I watched the condensation form on the glass. In the...

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