The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The oak floorboards of the kitchen groan under your weight, a sound so familiar it has become the rhythm of your blood, the tick of a clock that counts down not to midnight but to the inevitable collapse of the house itself. You stand there, the center of the room, holding the small, tarnished silver crucifix in your hand. It is light, absurdly light for an object that is supposed to bear the...

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