The Pale Altar

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2026-08-23 08:36:17 -

The Pale Altar

The riot started with a shout that sounded like a crack of dry wood, and then the processing center was a blur of swinging arms and the acrid smell of sweat and fear. I was on the floor, my shoulder screaming in a way that felt like a broken bone, while the suspect thrashed above me, his eyes wide and wild, his hands clawing at the air. I managed to pin his wrist to the linoleum, my knee...

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