The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I The noise in the archive was a dry, rattling thing, like gravel in a tin can. Kyllikki Heikkila sat at the desk in the back corner, the one closest to the stone wall, and tried to ignore the way the silence pressed against her eardrums. She was thirty-four, a municipal archivist, and she needed this pension more than she needed air. The medical bills for her mother’s hip were on a payment...

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