The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron weight sat in Elias Thorne’s hands, cold and humming with a low, subsonic thrum that vibrated in his teeth. He stood on the platform of the Northern Railway, the steam from the locomotive curling around him like a ghostly shroud, masking the smell of coal and wet wool. The conductor, a man with a face like a clenched fist, checked his ticket, then looked at the bell, then back at...

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