The Pale Altar
You wake not with a jolt of terror but with a slow, viscous dawning of awareness, as if the light filtering through the heavy velvet drapes of the dormitory is not merely illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air but actively dissolving the boundaries of your skin, turning you into a semi-transparent conduit for the ambient hum of the institution, a low-frequency vibration that...
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