The Pale Altar
The coal chute in the basement of the Whitmore Manor had collapsed not with a sound, but with a sudden, violent absence of structure, sending a cascade of black, soot-heavy debris down the shaft and into the holding cells where the night shift of the municipal guard was stationed to maintain the peace of the aristocratic district during the industrial expansion of the city. It was a Tuesday...
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