The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the narrow lane leading up to the Hill, and I walked with my head bowed, not out of humility but out of a desperate need to hide the shape of the thing I carried from the eyes of those who had not yet seen it, for the burden was not merely physical weight but a terrible, humming...

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