The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink does not dry on the skin of the house, it seeps, a slow hemorrhage of black cursive that climbs the wallpaper in the living room where the radiator clatters its dry, metallic teeth against the silence. You are not a woman, or at least, you are no longer entirely a woman in the way that your mother, Eleanor, remembers you, and the letters that bleed from the plaster are not words but the...

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