The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain in the factory district did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected a world upside down. Elias stood by the window, watching the droplets race each other down the glass, his hand resting on the cool pane. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of coal dust and the metallic tang of the machine that hummed in the next...

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