The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The wind did not howl so much as it shrieked, a high-pitched, mechanical whine that seemed to drill directly into the bone structure of the human skull, a sound that was less auditory than tactile, a vibration that resonated in the marrow and the teeth and the very fluid of the inner ear. Marcus Thorne stood at the precipice of the ridge, his boots sinking slightly into the permafrost, his...

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