The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bowl is empty. You remember filling it. The memory is a bruise, tender and shifting under the touch of your mind. You are in the hall. The stone is cold against your spine. You are a sinner. You are a prisoner. The chains are not iron. They are expectations. They are the weight of a promise made in the dark. You look at the bowl. It is white. Porcelain. Thin. It holds the shape of the past....

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