The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The car stopped before the house, a white monolith rising from the gray November fog, and Elias Thorne felt the weight of the leather folder in his lap settle against his knees like a stone. He was forty-two, an architect who had spent the last decade drawing lines for others, and he had come to this estate in Vermont to sign the deed of transfer, to secure the final asset before the...

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