The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The boiler exploded at 4:00 AM. It was not a loud explosion, not in the way a cannon is loud, but a deep, wet tear, like the sound of a giant lung collapsing. The steam did not rise; it poured, a white river that swallowed the floor of the factory and then the walls. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of it. He was a sergeant in the local constabulary, a man built of solid, dull things: wool,...

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