The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The room smelled of chalk dust and old sweat. It was a Tuesday. Elias Thorne sat at his desk. He adjusted his glasses. They were thick. They made his eyes look small. He looked at the file. The file was thick. It contained the truth. Or so he thought. "Is it finished?" asked Dr. Aris. Aris stood in the doorway. He was tall. He wore a grey suit. The suit was clean. Elias nodded. He did not look...

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