The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The glass walls of the Bureau of Civic Integrity did not reflect the room; they swallowed it. Arthur Penhaligon sat behind the pale oak desk, the wood cold against his forearms, and held the forged invoice in his trembling hand. It was a single sheet of paper, yet it felt heavier than the building itself. Outside, the city churned in a gray haze, but inside, the air was still and smelled...

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