The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I In the harbor towns of the south, the tide does not ask permission to rise. Woo-jin Hwang walked the muddy road toward the border, his fingers white-knuckled around a cloth bundle that smelled of copper and wet earth. He was twelve, and the weight of his father’s severed hand in the bundle was a physical fact, heavy and cold against his hip. The goal was simple: deliver the relic to the...

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