The Pale Altar
The clock on the wall of the hospital room ticked with the heavy, wet rhythm of a drowning heart, and Elias Thorne counted the seconds until the nurse’s shift change, measuring the thinning air against the deadline that hung over his father’s life like a noose. Forty-two years old, a senior auditor for the Ministry of Internal Stability, Elias had spent two decades ensuring that every debt was...
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