The Pale Altar
Chapter One Etienne Mire’s hands were already deep in the grease of the main coupling when the dream hit him, a jagged fracture in the stone boundary marker that had haunted his sleep for three months, what he wanted of a promotion to Chief Auditor looming over the debt-free future he needed to secure for his family, while what stood against him manifested as the sudden, unexplained resignation...
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