The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mill hummed. A low, constant thrum that lived in the floorboards. It lived in the teeth. It lived in the marrow of the bone. Arthur sat at his desk. He did not move. He did not blink. The clock on the wall ticked. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The sound was a hammer. It struck the nail of his attention. He looked at his hands. They were still. They were pale. They were not his. They belonged to...

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