The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet was a disaster of glass and gin. Margaret stood by the window. She held a tumbler. Ice clinked. The room was thick. Too thick. Smoke and perfume and old money. It clung to the skin. She felt the weight of it. A heavy, wet thing. Across the room, Julian laughed. He was beautiful. That was the problem. He was bright and sharp and utterly free. He moved through the crowd like a blade...

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