The Pale Altar
You sit at the long table. The wood is oak. It is heavy. You are hungry. Not for food. For blood. The feast is a lie. The meat is gray. The wine is dark. It tastes of iron. You chew. You swallow. The other men eat. They are fat. They are soft. They do not see you. You are the guard. You are the shield. You are nothing. Thomas sits to your left. He is old. His hands shake. He holds his cup. He...
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