The Pale Altar
You hold the ledger open. The paper is yellow. The ink is brown. You look at the numbers. They do not add up. You know they do not add up. You have always known. The room is cold. Dust floats in the shafts of light. It is a government office. The walls are high. The ceiling is vaulted. You are a clerk. You are also a soldier. You wear the uniform. It is old. The buttons are brass. They are...
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