The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The air in the sub-basement of the St. Jude’s Home for Wayward Girls smelled of damp limestone and the metallic tang of old, uncollected tears, a scent that had seeped into my pores so deeply over the last three years that I could no longer distinguish it from the smell of my own skin, which felt increasingly like a permeable membrane rather than a boundary. I sat on the cold concrete floor, my...

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