The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it accumulated, a slow, heavy suspension of grey water that blurred the boundaries between the iron rafters of the foundry floor and the low-hanging ceiling, creating a permanent twilight in which the air tasted of sulfur, wet coal, and the metallic tang of impending failure, a atmosphere that pressed against the skin of Sergeant Elias Thorne not as a physical...

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