The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream was of bread. Not the coarse, dark loaves of the common folk, but a pale, soft thing, rising in a basket of woven willow. It smelled of yeast and warm milk. In the dream, the bread was alive. It breathed against his palms. It pulsed with a rhythm that matched his own heart, slow and heavy. He woke with his hands clenched, the phantom warmth still lingering in the skin. The air in the...

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