The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a soft, indistinct smear of slate and ash. Inside the glass-walled study, the air smelled of ozone and old paper, a scent that Julian Thorne had once associated with safety but now recognized as the perfume of his own impending dissolution. He sat at the heavy oak desk, his fingers...

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