The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the Ministry did not hang so much as they levitated, suspended by an invisible architecture of light that made the air smell of ozone and rotting lilies. Inspector Elias Thorne stood at the center of the ballroom, his tunic buttoned to the throat, watching the Director’s shadow stretch across the marble floor like a spilled ink stain. He wanted the seal. He...

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