The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mill was old. It stood on the edge of the river, a grey stone throat swallowing the water. Margaret Holloway worked the loom. The clack of the shuttle was a heartbeat. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The wool was white. It looked like snow. It looked like bone. She did not look at the mirror. Not yet. The village of Oakhaven sat in a valley that seemed to hold its breath. The air was thick with...

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