The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The smell of yeast is a heavy thing, a living weight that settles in the lungs and refuses to leave, much like the guilt I carried when I walked away from my sister’s kitchen and into the cold, damp air of the English countryside. I was leaving a house that had fed me for twenty years, a stone manor built on the edge of a cliff where the wind did not blow so much as it hammered against the...

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