The Pale Altar
The train stopped. I stepped off. My knees shook. I looked up. The house stood there. It was white. It was old. It was mine. I carried one bag. It was heavy. I walked to the door. The lock was cold. I turned the key. The door opened. Silence. Total silence. I stepped inside. The floor creaked. Dust floated in the light. I closed the door. I leaned against it. I breathed. In. Out. The air...
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