The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dress was whispering again, a dry rustle of rotting silk against the damp air of the archive, and Elara Vane pressed her thumb hard into the pad of her scanner until the skin went white, trying to drown out the sound with the mechanical beep of the machine. It was a Tuesday, and the rain was hammering against the single-pane windows of the municipal building, a relentless, cold percussion...

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