The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The counter on the radio clicked. One. Two. Three. Elias Thorne watched the numbers climb, a metronome for his own pulse. He had been on watch for six hours. The snow fell in thick, wet sheets, erasing the wire mesh of the border fence until it was just a gray smear against the darker gray of the sky. His breath fogged in the air, a small cloud that vanished before it could reach the cold steel...

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