The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, grey mist that soaked into the wool of the greatcoat worn by Silas Vane, a man who looked less like a detective and more like a stray dog that had wandered too far from the kennel and now expected the world to treat him with the same polite ignorance that the kennel had once offered. He stood before the structure, which was not a...

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