The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ribbon was blue, torn at one end, and it smelled of wet wool and coal dust. I held it up to the light of the gas lamp in Chief Miller’s office, watching the frayed threads catch the yellow glow. It was a small thing, barely three inches long, but it was the only proof I had that the girl, little Sarah Jenkins, was still alive. Miller didn’t look at the ribbon. He looked at me, his eyes flat...

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