The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The grease on my fingers was black and cold, a substance that seemed to have its own viscous life as I twisted the valve on the signal box mechanism at Junction 9. The air in the booth tasted of rust and old sweat, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made my teeth ache. I was Silas Vane, senior inspector of the Northern Rail, and I had forty-two years of service behind me, a...

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