The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The cellar smelled of damp earth and rot. Silas stood before the stone slab. His hands trembled. Not from cold. From hunger. The bread was gone. The milk was sour. The wine had turned to vinegar. He had kept the altar clean. He had kept the house silent. He had kept his wife alive. Or so he believed. Elara sat in the high-backed chair. Her eyes were closed. Her face was pale. The skin stretched...

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