The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey mist that clung to the windowpanes of the St. Jude’s Community Center, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of asphalt and weeping willows. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool, floor wax, and the metallic tang of old fear. Elias sat at the long mahogany table, his hands folded over a ceramic mug of tea that had long since gone...

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