The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The boiler exploded. That was the start. It was not a bang. It was a tear. The iron split like a dry lip. Steam hissed, white and thick. It smelled of hot metal and old blood. You were there. You stood in the corridor. The floor shook. Dust rained from the ceiling. Your hands were steady. They were always steady. You are Thomas. You work in the basement. You tend the engine. You are a sinner....

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