The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron gate was locked. That was the problem. It was not a broken lock, nor a rusted hinge, but a deliberate, heavy silence. Thomas stood before it, his hand resting on the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the city behind him. He was a man of few words, but his body spoke in the tightness of his jaw. He had been sent to check on the perimeter. Simple. Routine. But the gate did not open....

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