The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The storm broke the dam at dawn, a violent, white-teethed thing that swallowed the valley of the River Kestrel before the first shift could even unlock the gates. Elias Thorne stood in the muck of the control room, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the heavy wool of his sergeant’s coat clinging to his ribs like a shroud. He held the brass compass in his left hand, its needle spinning...

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