The Pale Altar
The chandelier in the banquet hall of the Grand Union Hotel dropped a constellation of crystal light onto the tablecloth, a brilliance that felt less like celebration and more like an interrogation. Captain Elias Thorne sat rigid in his chair, the weight of the silver cutlery before him pressing against the tablecloth like a weapon, while the room hummed with the low, rhythmic applause of his...
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