The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell tower was not a building. It was a lung. It stood in the center of the city. It breathed. In. Out. In. Out. Silas felt it in his teeth. He felt it in the marrow of his shin bones. He was standing on the pavement. The stone was cold. The air was thick. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. He looked up. He always looked up. The tower was gray. The gray was alive. The gray shifted. The...

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