The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The valley floor stretched out in a flat, grey expanse of walnut groves and dried riverbeds, the air heavy with the static charge that always preceded the autumn storms. It was a landscape of waiting, where the soil cracked under the sun and the old kilns sat like hollowed teeth in the hillsides. In the shadow of the Ministry’s new surveillance tower, Rashid Nasser stood at the edge of the...

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