The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The foreman’s voice cut through the steam like a blade through wet wool, calling out the name that had become Elias Thorne’s only currency in the dark: "Thorne. You’re late on the rotation, man. The boiler’s running hot, and I need you on the valve." Elias did not turn immediately; he stood with his back to the heavy iron door, listening to the low, rhythmic thrum of the central turbine, a...

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