The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The silver belt buckle sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a stone pulled from a riverbed. He turned it over, his thumb tracing the tarnished ridge where the engraving had worn thin, a small, obsessive ritual that had kept his hands from trembling for the last three hours. The train to Ashford was a beast of iron and steam, chugging through the grey dawn with a rhythmic shudder that...

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