The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mud in the yard of the Holloway house was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing, a mouth that had already swallowed the boots of three men before it finally claimed the legs of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood there, chest heaving, the smell of copper and ozone thick in his throat, his hand still raised from the swing that had broken the jaw of the man who had tried to stop him. The...

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