The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain in this city does not wash things clean; it only makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflect a world you no longer recognize. You know this. You have known it since you took the job, since you traded the quiet dignity of your life for the hollow promise of the badge. You are a constable now, or what passes for one in these streets that smell of wet ash...

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