The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mud under your boots is not the brown, rich earth of a garden but a pale, slick substance that clings to the soles like wet plaster, and you are running, or trying to run, through a forest where the trees have no leaves and the branches twist like broken fingers reaching for a sky that has forgotten how to be blue. You are carrying a basket on your back, and the basket is heavy, heavier...

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