The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The noise of the wreck was not a crash but a long, metallic groan that seemed to settle into the bones of the earth, a sound that Arthur Vane had carried in his teeth for three weeks since the derailment on the northern line. He stood in the mud of the cut, his boots sinking into the slurry of coal dust and wet gravel, looking at the twisted hull of the freight car that had shed its cargo of...

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