The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The floodwater did not arrive with the roar of a storm, but with the slow, suffocating silence of a held breath. It rose through the floorboards of the municipal archives in Bristol, a grey, oily sludge that smelled of old paper and wet iron, swallowing the lower shelves where the records of the city’s forgotten poor were stored. Margaret stood at the top of the main stairwell, her dress hem...

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