The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The stone bit into my knees. Cold. Damp. Old. I knelt in the dark. The chapel was small. Too small. The air smelled of rot and wax. I did not look up. I knew what was there. I had always known. Brother Thomas stood by the altar. His shadow stretched long across the flagstones. He held a book. His face was pale. His eyes were hard. "You are late, Julian," he said. "I was not late," I replied. "I...

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