The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain hits the slate roof with a rhythm that feels like a heartbeat slowing down. You are here. You are always here. The air smells of wet stone and the faint, sweet rot of lilies that have been cut too late. Your husband, Thomas, stands by the door. He is older now. The lines around his eyes are deep canyons where the light goes to die. He does not look at you. He looks at the floor. He is...

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