The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin of the city like a second, damp coat. Elias Vane stood on the corner of Fourth and Meridian, watching the intersection bleed into a blur of neon and wet asphalt. He was not looking for a car. He was looking for the fracture. In the tactical manual, the structure of a hostile environment was described as a...

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