The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The fog did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool drawn tight against the skin of the world. "You’re late again, Silas," said the woman in the window. She was holding a cup of tea, though the steam had long since vanished into the damp air. "I told you, the door is unlocked. Or rather, it never was. You simply chose not to enter." Silas stood on the threshold of his own house, or what had once...

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