The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mud in the ditch was black and thick as tar, sucking at Elias’s boots with a wet, persistent hunger that mirrored the hollow ache in his stomach. He stood alone, shivering violently as the November fog rolled off the fields, a gray shroud that swallowed the world beyond the reach of the patrol wagon’s distant, rhythmic clatter. In his hands, he clutched the stolen ledger, its leather cover...

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