The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain fell on the tin roof like a thousand small hammers. It was a cold, grey Tuesday in November. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the booth. He did not move. His hands were still on the table. They were pale and thin. He looked at the cup of coffee. The steam had risen and vanished. There was no warmth left. The diner was empty. The jukebox hummed a low, dull note. It was a sound from...

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