The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The porridge has gone cold again, sitting in the iron pot on the stove with a skin of congealed fat stretching across its surface like a grey shroud over a corpse, and you are staring at it with the intense, hollow focus of a woman who has forgotten how to blink while your brother, Silas, stands in the doorway of the kitchen, his hands still dusted with the red dust of the clay he has been...

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