The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Thorne. The cry cut through the dust, sharp and commanding, from the rear of the column. Captain Elias Thorne did not look back. He knew the voice; it was the voice of his own shadow, elongated by the midday sun on the road to Acre. He was forty-two years old, and his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that the heat did nothing to alleviate. In his left hand, wrapped in oiled canvas, he...

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