The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Danilo Tomas’s fingers were already numb when he reached for the collar, the fabric cold and dry as old paper against his gloved skin. He was thirty-four, a border patrol officer on the third-generation Martian colony, and he had a quota to meet. The wind outside the habitat’s recycling level howled against the glass, a sound like a rope scraping against a pole, but inside the air smelled of...

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