The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream began, as it always did for Elias Thorne, with the sound of water striking a stone that was not quite stone, but rather a congealed, pale mass of something organic and waiting, and he woke in the gray half-light of his flat in the city with the taste of that cold, mineral liquid still heavy on his tongue, a sensation that clung to him with the tenacity of a parasite, reminding him...

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