The Pale Altar
The ledger weighed four pounds, six ounces, and a fraction of a grain more than the last time Elias Thorne had held it, a weight that settled into the hollow of his forearm like wet sand. He stood in the center of the sterile white office, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate in his teeth, and he looked down at the book bound in pale, unmarked leather....
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