The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The first can of peaches exploded against the windshield of the municipal sedan with a wet, viscous thud that silenced the entire town square, a sticky, amber shockwave that seemed to suspend the afternoon in a grotesque tableau of suspended time, while Eleanor Vance, standing rigid behind the hood of her rusted sedan, watched the fruit splatter across the glass in a pattern that looked less...

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