The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The cup is gone. It is not lost. It is broken. I hold the shards in my palm. They cut deep. The blood is hot. The white porcelain is cold. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a captain. Now I am a janitor. The badge hangs on my chest. It is heavy. It feels like iron. It feels like lead. The institution is the Ministry. It is tall. It is grey. The walls are thick. The silence is loud. We do not speak...

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