The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The file on Elias’s thumb caught on the brass edge of the pendulum housing, a small, bright bead of blood welling in the crease of his skin as he adjusted the escapement wheel. The air in the Royal Observatory was cold, a dry, sterile chill that bit into the joints of his fingers, and the silence of the room was so heavy it felt like pressure against his eardrums. He was here for the payment,...

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