The Pale Altar
The ink on the report was still wet when I saw my own face staring back at me from the polished obsidian slab. I was Elias Thorne, Senior Inspector of the Ministry of Internal Order, and I was trying to dismantle the Pale Altar, a cult that had been bleeding the state’s treasury for three years. My sister, Clara, was its High Priestess. I had joined the circle not out of belief, but out of a...
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