The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and ozone. It was a smell that stuck to the teeth. We were gathered in the basement of the St. Jude’s Community Center. The fluorescent lights hummed. A low, persistent drone. Like a wasp trapped in a jar. We were there to investigate. That is what we told ourselves. We were the new board. We were the auditors of the soul. We had come to check the books. To...

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