The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The brass key is warm in your palm, heavier than it looks, its teeth worn smooth by decades of thumbs that are not yours. You hold it up to the fluorescent light of the archive basement, where the air smells of damp cardboard and the metallic tang of old ink. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Thursday; time in this grey city moves like syrup, thick and slow, indifferent to the clock on the wall...

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