The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You will wake to the sound of the rain lashing against the single, grimy window of the attic room, a rhythmic, insistent drumming that has become the only clock you possess in this suspended, industrial twilight of the late nineteenth century. The air is thick with the smell of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of the ink you have spilled on the manuscript before you, a testament to the...

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