The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain has been falling for three days. It drums against the glass of the study, a rhythmic, hollow sound that mimics the beating of a heart that has forgotten how to stop. You are sitting in the chair that was his. The leather is worn thin, the stitching frayed at the edges where he sat for hours, staring at the wall. You look at the window. The trees outside are pale, their leaves stripped...

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