The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The fog eats the chapel steps. You are climbing. Your boots are heavy with mud and old blood. The air smells of wet wool and iron. This is the Hall of St. Jude’s. It is a place of stone and silence. You are the Keeper of the Veil. You are not a priest. You are a tool. You hold the line. The door is ajar. You push. The hinges do not creak. They never do here. Inside, the light is gray. The pews...

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