The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Salvador Loera’s hands were slick with the grease of the fish scaled on the tailgate, the silver scales catching the yellow light of the diner as he scrubbed them into the drain. He was forty-five, a senior customs inspector who viewed the bureaucracy not as a job but as an enemy to be conquered, and tonight he needed to secure his final promotion before the mortgage on the conventillo crushed...

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