The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall. It struck. Elias stood at the window of the fourth floor. He watched the wiper on the parking lot below. It moved. It stopped. It moved again. A mechanical heartbeat. He had been here for four hours. The fluorescent lights buzzed. A low, constant drone. It sat in his teeth. He pressed his thumb against the glass. It was cold. "Are you ready?" The voice came from behind....

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