The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that turned the world into a watercolor smear of charcoal and slate, blurring the line between the wet asphalt of the highway and the churning mud of the ditch where I sat, trembling with a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the hollow, echoing silence of my own skull, which had been...

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