The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The orchid in the window is dead. You know this. You have known it for three days, yet your hand still reaches out to touch the brittle, brown stem every morning. It is a ghost of a plant, a skeleton of white petals that once curled like fingers in a plea for water. You are Captain Elias Thorne, though the title means nothing now. The uniform hangs in the closet, stiff with dust and the faint,...

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