The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The clock in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not tick, it wheezed, a dry, rattling sound like a lung filled with broken glass, and it was this sound, more than the smell of damp wool or the taste of stale bread, that kept Thomas awake in his small room above the bakery, where the floorboards creaked under the weight of his own restless, turning body. He was twelve, or perhaps thirteen, though the...

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