The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain in London does not fall; it is imposed. It is a decree issued by the sky, a heavy, grey hand pressing down upon the cobblestones of the ancient city, turning the gaslight into a bruised and wavering thing. You are standing in the middle of the thoroughfare, and you are losing. This is the first truth, and it is a truth that tastes of iron and wet wool. You are a clerk, a man of ink and...

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