The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain hit the slate roof. It hammered. A cold, gray drum. Elias stood by the window. He watched the drops slide. They joined. They ran. They fell. He did not move. His hands were still. They were thick with dust. The house was cold. The air tasted of wet stone. And rot. He had been here three days. Or perhaps four. Time was a broken clock. The pendulum had stopped. He only felt the hunger....

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