The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The hum was not a sound so much as a pressure, a low-frequency vibration that settled in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s tibia. It had begun three years ago, a subtle thrum in the back of his skull that correlated, with terrifying precision, to the solvency ratios of the firms he audited. He was forty, an actuary of unremarkable height and posture, and he wanted only the quiet dignity of his...

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