The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

I dream of the floor. Not the carpet. The wood. Oak. Scratched. Old. I see it from below. From under the table. From the gap where the light comes in. It is cold there. I am a mouse. I am a shadow. I wait. The footsteps come. Heavy. Leather. They stop. I hold my breath. The weight shifts. He is looking. He is always looking. I wake up. The room is gray. The light is thin. It cuts across the...

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