The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The coat was red. Not a bright red, but a deep, arterial crimson that seemed to breathe against the grey slush of the November road. Elias held it in his hands like a live bird. It smelled of lavender and stale smoke, of the perfume his sister, Clara, had worn in the last days before her body became a ghost. He had not seen Clara in three years. Or perhaps he had. The lines between memory and...

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