The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The oak tree shed its last leaf. It fell slowly. It hit the wet grass with a soft thud. Margaret watched it. She stood by the window of her office. It was a small room. It smelled of dust and old paper. The light was gray. It was late October. Always late October. She was fifty-two. She wore a gray suit. The fabric was stiff. It held its shape. She held her shape. Her hands rested on the desk....

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