The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

"You’re late, Thomas." The voice did not come from the shadows, nor from the corners of the vast, echoing hall, but from the air itself, a thin, cold wire strung across the room. Thomas Bradshaw looked up from his desk. The ink in his well had frozen into a black, hard crust. Outside the tall, arched windows, the snow was falling with a violence that blurred the world into a single, white void....

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