The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised purple sky, a thick, viscous curtain that swallowed the neon reflections of the city streets and turned the asphalt into a mirror of shattered lights, and in that grey, weeping world, Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the intersection, his uniform sodden and clinging to the architecture of his aging frame like a second,...

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