The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The train station in Casterbridge was a monument to the arrogance of progress, its iron ribs stretching toward a sky that had not been blue since the mill’s first smokestack pierced the clouds. Elias Thorne stood on the platform, his leather case heavy in his hands, the weight of it a familiar companion that had traveled with him from the cramped tenements of the east end to this dusty,...

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