The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The hand was missing. Just the stump. Smooth. Pink. I looked at it. I looked at the mirror. It was my hand. Left. The one that held the quill. The one that signed the contracts. The one that patted the dogs. Gone. "Did you see that?" I asked. No one was there. The room was cold. Stone walls. A single window. High up. Let in the gray light of a Tuesday that felt like it would last forever. I sat...

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