The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The toll gates of Copenhagen stood silent in the greenish light that precedes a hailstorm, the iron barriers rusted and still while the city churned with the low hum of industry and the distant, rhythmic thud of the mill siren tested at noon. In the shadow of the workshop above, where the air smelled of hot metal and old oil, Solveig Kvist stood with her hands clasped behind her back, the...

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