The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I Rania Rahal’s fingers were slick with the green slime of the fig tree, the bark splitting under her nails as she pulled the branch back to inspect the fruit. She was thirty-two, a senior auditor for the Ministry of Purity, and she had come to the walk-up apartment on the hill not to audit, but to kill. The radiator in the corner knocked a dull, metallic rhythm, counting out the seconds...

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