The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain on the windshield of the rental car was a static hiss, a white noise that failed to drown out the rhythmic thumping of your own heart against the steering wheel. You were Elias, forty-two, a man whose life had been measured in beats per second, and now you were driving toward the estate of your superior, Thorne, to repair a clock that had not ticked in a decade. The passenger seat held...

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