The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain fell in sheets. It drummed against the skylight. The glass was old. It cracked. A spiderweb of fractures. The light was pale. It was the color of bone. Silas stood still. He held the coat. It was heavy. Wool. It smelled of smoke and old sweat. It smelled of the cellar. It was his father’s coat. He had taken it from the morgue. The procedure was clean. The body was gone. The coat...

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