The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I Yamato Nakamura pressed the seal into the wet clay, his wrist trembling not from fear but from the cold that seeped through the linoleum of the break room, where the smell of stale coffee and ozone hung thick as a fog. He was thirty-two, a junior court clerk whose payday loan had been rolled over five times, the interest compounding like the frost on the glacial valley outside the window....

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