The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Orphanage was a cathedral of light, all crystal chandeliers and polished mahogany that reflected the faces of the donors like distorted moons. I stood at the periphery, my uniform pressed so sharply it felt like a second skin, a cage of starch and wool that restricted my breath and my movement. The air smelled of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume, a cloying...

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