The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The house breathed. It was a slow, tidal rhythm that Margaret had learned to match in her sleep. In the deep cellar, where the dampness tasted of iron and old roots, there was a chair. It was oak, heavy and scarred, with a single leg whittled to a point. Margaret sat in it. She did not move. She was a creature of the house now, a ghost in the walls, a thing made of dust and silence. Above, the...

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