The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The frost came in early. It coated the windowpanes of the house in a lace of ice, turning the glass into a mirror that showed me my own face, pale and stretched. I was a man of the law. A Sheriff. I wore the badge on my chest like a talisman against the cold. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. I had held a rifle in the war. I had held a gavel in the court. But now, my hands...

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