The Pale Altar
Chapter One My name is Colm Kavanagh and I am a constable in a town that smells of rust and wet wool, where the only thing more dangerous than the law is the silence between the shifts. I have been on the force for twelve years, long enough to know that the pension is not a reward but a debt paid in hours spent watching the pressure gauges of the ironworks, which the men on the dock call the...
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