The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The office smelled of ozone and old coffee, a scent that had settled into the fibers of the carpet like a permanent stain. It was the kind of smell that suggested things were rotting beneath the surface, that the machinery of the department was grinding down to its last tooth. Margaret stood at her desk, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric hymn above her head. She was a woman of...

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