The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The van smelled of wet wool and diesel, a scent that had soaked into the upholstery of Martin’s life over the last decade of driving supplies to the remote estates in the northern counties. He sat in the driver’s seat, hands loose on the wheel, watching the rain blur the headlights of the convoy behind him. They were heading to the Hall, the sprawling, modernized seat of the Ashworth family,...

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