The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The sky cracked. It happened without sound at first, a tear in the fabric of the afternoon. You stood on the porch. The air tasted of ozone and wet iron. Your husband, Thomas, held your hand. His grip was tight. Too tight. He pulled you inside. The door slammed. The world outside did not end. It changed. You are not here. You are in the Gray. It is a place of endless mist. The ground is soft,...

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