The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The air in the sub-basement of the Blackwood Penitentiary tasted of rust and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to clear. I stood at the center of the room, my boots planted firmly on the cold, damp concrete, while the heavy iron door behind me groaned shut with a finality that echoed off the curved brick walls. It was not a prison cell, not exactly. It was a...

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