The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You run. The ground shakes. Not from a quake. From the hooves. From the weight of the dead. You look back. The sky is torn open. It bleeds gray light. You hold the cloak. It is red. Deep, arterial red. It was your mother’s. She wore it on the day they took her. She wore it when she sang to you. The song is in your mouth. The song is in the mud. You run through the fields. The wheat is black. It...

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