The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The boy stood on the edge of the cliff. The wind pulled at his tunic, a thin sheet of undyed wool that clung to his ribs. He did not look down. He looked at the stone. It was white. It was smooth. It was the only thing in the valley that had not been touched by the rot of the seasons. His name was Elias. He was seven years old. His hands were shaking, but his face was still. A single tear...

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