The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

October 14, 1912. The cellar smells of rust and wet wool. Elias Thorne adjusts the gauge on the loom, his finger hovering over the pressure valve. He is thirty-four. He has served twelve years. The pension is a mathematical certainty if the new safety protocols are proven effective. The machine hums. It is not a mechanical sound. It is a voice. It says, *Margaret Holloway.* Elias notes the date...

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