The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bone in your left hand, the one you have spent the last forty years grinding against the world like a millstone, is finally cracking, and you know it not by the pain, which has long since receded into a dull, constant hum, but by the way the knuckle swells, a grotesque, amber-colored balloon of cartilage and old blood that no longer responds to the cold air of the precinct. You are standing...

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