The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool, a cloying mixture that hung in the air like a heavy, invisible shroud, masking the sharper, metallic scent of the blood that had already been spilled on the marble floor near the service entrance. We sat in the long, curved rows of oak chairs, our uniforms pressed to a razor’s edge, the silver buttons of our coats catching the dim,...

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