The Pale Altar

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2026-08-19 04:13:02 -

The Pale Altar

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Harrow’s End into slick mirrors, reflecting the low, soot-stained eaves of the cottages and the bare, skeletal branches of the willows that lined the riverbank. I stood on the stone bridge, my hands tucked deep into the pockets of my wool coat, watching the water churn below. The mist clung to...

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