The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, cold mist that settled into the wool of my coat and the creases of my face. I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking out at the grey expanse of the North Sea, where the water churned against the rocks with a rhythmic, grinding persistence. Beside me, the crate sat open. Inside lay the vials, glass necks glinting like broken teeth, filled...

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