The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I Ji-woo Park wiped the soot from his hands, the grit digging into the whorls of his palms, and stared at the Master’s back. The air in the Old Hall tasted of wet ash and old paper, a scent that clung to the throat like a bad coin. He was thirty, an archivist of minor rank, and he wanted the seal that would authorize the demolition of the building he had served for ten years. The Master, a...

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