The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The wind came down from the ridge at dusk, carrying the scent of crushed thyme and something older—stone dust, the ghost of limestone ground to powder by glaciers long before memory. She stood where the path ended, boots rooted in the dark earth, watching the last light bleed across the sky like wine poured on a altar cloth. They had told her not to come. The village elders, with their worn...

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