The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The silver locket was warm against my palm, a small, solid weight that felt like the only true thing left in the world, and I was in the middle of sliding my service badge into my coat pocket when the door to the Director’s office slammed shut with a violence that shook the dust from the high ceiling. I turned, my heart already hammering against my ribs with the dull, persistent throb of the...

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