The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream was of a ledger. Not a book, but a long strip of paper, rolled tight, smelling of iron and damp wool. In the dream, Arthur held it. The ink was wet. It was black. It was everything. He woke with the smell of coal smoke in his throat. The clock on the nightstand read four. It was always four. He sat up. The sheets were cold. He looked at the hand on the pillow. The knuckles were...

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