The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The door closed behind me. The latch clicked. A small sound in a large house. I was the only one left. The air was still. It smelled of dust and old wool. I turned back to the hall. The portraits watched. They did not blink. They were painted in oils. Their eyes were flat. I had come to find the truth. I had been told it was here. In the walls. In the floorboards. I was a detective. I had a...

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