The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain hit the window with the persistence of a debt collector. Inside the interrogation room, the air was stale, recycled through ducts that hummed with a low, mechanical drone. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the metal table. His uniform was pressed, the insignia on his shoulder board catching the flickering light of the overhead fluorescent tube. It was a small, cold rectangle of space. A...

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