The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The letter was heavy, the paper thick and cream-colored, smelling faintly of the tallow candles that burned in Inspector Halloway’s office. I held it at arm’s length, the ink still wet, the words blurring under the glare of the gaslight that hissed in the corner of the Milltown Foundry’s banquet hall. It was a denial. Not of my request, which had been modest, asking only for the promotion to...

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