The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The water was high. It lapped at the sill of the basement window, black and cold. Margaret did not look up. She was counting the ticks of the clock. One. Two. Three. The sound was wet. It dripped from the ceiling. "Did you hear that?" Thomas stood in the doorway. He held a shotgun. The wood of the stock was worn smooth by his hands. He looked tired. His eyes were red. Not from crying. From...

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