The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Arthur Penhaligon woke from a dream so vivid it felt like a physical bruise against his chest. In the dream, he had been standing in a field of white poppies that stretched to the horizon, and the sky above was not blue but a swirling, violent grey, churning with the promise of rain that never came. He had been holding a small, smooth stone in his hand, and the stone was warm, pulsing with a...

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