The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The well froze over before the ferry engines cut out at slack. Chapter One‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‍‍‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‍‍‍‍⁠‍‍‌‍‍⁠⁠‍⁠‌‍ Brendan Whelan stood in the motor room of the top floor, the last union local hall now repurposed for port automation. The air smelled of ozone and rust. He wanted the promotion to High Judge, a title that meant power over the crane operators and...

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