The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high windows of the faculty office, a rhythmic, liquid static that filled the silence. I sat in my chair, the leather worn smooth by decades of nervous energy. On the desk, a single white lily lay in a vase of stale water. It did not wilt. It did not change. It remained, stark and pale, an anchor in the shifting fog of my...

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