The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring on the hour anymore. It tolled only when the bread was ready. In the village of Oakhaven, which sat in the hollow of a valley that time seemed to have forgotten, the people did not look at their watches. They looked at the sky, at the color of the light, and at the windows of the bakery where Thomas Bradshaw stood behind the counter. Thomas was...

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