The Pale Altar
The explosion did not happen with a sound but with a sudden, violent absence of air, a white silence that swallowed the brick and mortar of the precinct before the roar caught up to it. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the shattered lobby of the Municipal Bureau of Public Order, a place that had once been a temple to civic pride and now was a cathedral of dust and twisted iron. He...
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