The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain in Oram did not wash; it stained. It turned the cobblestones of the High Street into slick, black mirrors that reflected nothing but the gray, weeping sky. Silas Vane stood in the center of the square, his uniform damp and heavy, the wool clinging to his shoulders like a second skin. He was thirty years old, a man who had spent a decade walking the perimeter of the city, listening to...

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