The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The silver clasp bit into Thomas Hale’s palm as he hauled the trunk across the threshold of Blackwood Manor. The wood groaned under the weight, a sound that matched the creak of his own knees after thirty-four years of marching. He was a sergeant in the county constabulary, a man who fixed things with a wrench or a warrant, but the thing he needed to fix was his sister Elara, whose lungs were...

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