The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The stone archway of the Old Parish stood not as a boundary but as a throat, swallowing the light of the fading afternoon and exhaling it into a cold, gray twilight that clung to my skin like wet wool. I stood at its base, the mud of the King’s Road sucking at my boots, and watched the last of the villagers turn their backs on me, their shuffling feet disappearing into the fog that rolled off...

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