The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The soup was too hot. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw the bowl at the wall. But I drank it. I drank it because it was the only thing I had. It was the only thing that mattered. "Drink," said Mr. Gable. His voice was soft. It was the voice of a man who has never been angry. It is the voice of a man who believes he is God. "Drink, Arthur. It is for your soul." I looked at him. I looked at...

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