The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The fog did not roll in; it settled, like a heavy gray wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the city of Oakhaven. I stood at the window of my small, rented room above the chandler’s shop, watching the streetlamps flicker into existence one by one, their halos trembling in the damp air. Below, the cobblestones glistened, reflecting the orange glow of the gas lamps in long, distorted...

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