The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell rang. I heard it before I saw them. It was a low, wet sound. Like a throat clearing in the dark. I was standing by the river. The water was black. It moved slow. Too slow. I held my arm. The sleeve was torn. Blood dripped. One drop. Two drops. They hit the mud. They vanished. I did not look down. I looked at the gate. The gate was open. Iron bars. Cold. They shimmered. Like snakes....

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