The Pale Altar

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2026-08-19 16:41:04 -

The Pale Altar

The dream was always of the glass. Not a window, nor a pane in a door, but a sheer, vertical wall of ice that stretched from the cobblestones of the Piazza San Marco to the dark, starless sky. In the dream, the ice was transparent, yet it did not show the world behind it. It showed only the world before I had arrived, a ghostly overlay of the past layered over the present. I was always touching...

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