The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain against the high, narrow windows of the St. Jude’s Municipal Sanatorium did not sound like water, but rather like the static of a radio tuned between stations, a white noise that seemed to seep into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s bones as he stood before the steel door of the Containment Ward, his hand resting on the cold handle, feeling the vibration of the machinery humming...

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