The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mortar in the bowl was not merely gray but the color of a winter sky just before the first snowfall, a dense, suspended silence that held within it the crushed bones of the earth and the dried, bitter leaves of the hemlock that had grown wild in the shadow of the churchyard wall, and I stood before it with my hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the thin wool of my robe but...

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