The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, reflective mirrors, so that when Elias Thorne stepped out of the taxi and watched it slide away into the mist, he felt as though he were leaving a part of his own skin behind, peeling it off in long, damp strips. He stood on the corner of Saint Jude’s Street, holding...

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