The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Thorne. The word hung in the air of the basement records room, sharp and singular, spoken by the janitor who was mopping the floor near the intake desk. Elias looked up from his stack of digitization logs, his fingers stained with the blue ink of a permanent marker he’d been using to flag discrepancies. He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The dream had just ended, leaving him with the taste of cold...

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