The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The winter air in the archive was not cold, but it possessed a dryness that cracked the lips and settled into the joints. Elias Thorne adjusted his spectacles, the glass catching the dim light of the oil lamp that had burned without flicker for three hours. He was forty years old, a man who had traded the warmth of a hearth for the silence of paper, and his desire was singular, mundane, and...

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