The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The train cut through the grey mist. Elias Vance adjusted his tie. It was silk. It was stiff. He held the briefcase. It was leather. It was heavy. Inside was the formula. The compound was dry. It was white. It looked like powder. It was a medicine. It was a poison. He knew the difference. The difference was small. The difference was intent. He sat alone. The seat was cold. The glass reflected...

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