The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The house breathed. That was the only word that fit, though it was a crude thing, a word borrowed from the flesh and not the stone. It was a Victorian monstrosity of blackened brick and iron, perched on the edge of a cliff that had been cut away by the rail expansion three decades prior. The air inside tasted of coal dust and old varnish, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat....

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