The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled from the sky, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the sharp angles of the city into a smear of wet stone and iron. It was the kind of morning that made the air taste of rust and old pennies, a flavor that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be washed away by the tepid water of the basin. Inside the cramped, windowless office on the...

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