The Pale Altar
The fire started in the basement. It was a small thing, a spark from the boiler’s rusted heart, but it found the dry insulation with a hunger that surprised the staff. By the time the smoke detectors screamed, the air in the staff lounge was already thick with grey dust. The children were upstairs. They were safe. That was the rule. The children were always safe. Lily stood by the door. She was...
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