The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The meeting was adjourned, but the silence that followed was not the quiet of a room emptied of people, but the heavy, suffocating pressure of a vacuum seal being pressed against the eardrums. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the faculty lounge, his hands trembling not from cold, though the November air in Chicago was biting enough to crack the linoleum, but from the sheer, electric shock of...

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