The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain had been falling for three days, turning the cobblestones of Harrowgate into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gas lamps and the weeping willows with distorted clarity. Arthur Pendelton stood at the edge of the park, his hand resting on the cold iron of his service revolver, the weight of it a familiar anchor against the chaos of the world. He was leaving. The train to the...

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