The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the cobblestones of the Whitehall courtyard into a slick, mirrored pool reflecting the jagged, soot-stained teeth of the industrial skyline beyond the high iron gates. Sergeant Arthur Penhaligon stood at the center of this damp circle, his uniform a dark, wet patch against the pale, weeping stone, and in his hands he...

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