The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The morning fog did not lift so much as it thickened, a dense, woolen blanket that suffocated the cobblestone streets of Oakhaven, a town that had been carved out of the bedrock of the earth and then slowly, imperceptibly, swallowed by the machinery of the nineteenth century. Arthur Penhaligon, a clerk of modest stature and even more modest ambition, walked with the heavy, rhythmic tread of a...

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