The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The interior plain of Anatolia stretches under a sky the color of bruised iron, a landscape of pine land gone to beetle kill where the air tastes of sulfur and old ash. I am Ramazan Kaya, a postal rider on the mountain route, and I have not slept in three days. My hands shake, not from cold, but from the weight of the ledger I no longer possess. It is a heavy thing, a thing that burns. Act I I...

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