The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mortar shell did not explode; it dissolved into a bruise-colored mist that tasted of copper and old pennies, settling over the trench line like a shroud that refused to lift. Captain Julian Vane stood in the center of this ephemeral fog, his service revolver slick with a rain that fell upward, drifting from the mud toward a sky that had forgotten the color of blue and settled instead into a...

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