The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the gravel path into a slurry of mud and decay. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the property line, his boots sinking slightly with every shift of weight, watching the water collect in the hollows of the earth. He was a man of forty-five, though the hollows under his eyes suggested he was closer to sixty, a scholar...

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