The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The departure was not a dramatic tearing away, but a slow, viscous drainage, like blood leaving a wound that had been cauterized too quickly. Margaret Holloway stood at the window of her high-rise apartment in Chicago, watching the rain streak the glass in long, weeping lines, while the building’s central heating system hummed its low, industrial lullaby beneath her feet. She was fifty-four, a...

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