The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The brass key is cold, heavy as a lead weight in my palm, its teeth worn smooth by thirty years of turning. I hold it against the grain of the oak desk, feeling the splintered edge bite into my thumb, and I look at the man across from me. Director Halloway does not look up from his ledger. The ink is still wet, glistening under the fluorescent hum. "Institutional stability, Elias," he says, his...

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