The Pale Altar
The memorandum lay on the scarred oak desk of Arthur Vane, a document of such precise, bureaucratic sterility that it seemed to hum with a low, mechanical dissonance. It was a certification of structural integrity for the newly planted ornamental elm grove on the north bank of the River Ouse, signed by the City Council with a flourish that Arthur had spent the last six weeks trying to match in...
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