The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The wool coat was heavy. It smelled of damp stone and old sweat. I had worn it for thirty years. It was my armor. It was my skin. The fibers had matted. The elbows were bare. I rubbed them. I felt the roughness. I knew the shape of the holes. I knew where the thread had given up. I sat in the corner of the chapel. The light was grey. It came through the high windows. It fell on the dust motes....

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