The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The fog in the industrial district of Harrowgate did not lift so much as it dissolved, leaving behind a residue that tasted of copper and burnt sugar. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the abandoned textile mill, his boots sinking into the slurry of mud and coal ash, and watched the horizon bleed a pale, bruised purple. He was a man carved from the same grey stone as the surrounding...

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