The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell tower fell. Not all at once. It shuddered. Dust poured from the eaves like grey snow. I watched from the ridge. My brother, Julian, was below. He stood in the square. He held a stone. He threw it. It was not a large stone. But it was heavy with intent. It struck the base. The mortar crumbled. The structure groaned. It was a sound like a dying beast. A low, resonant moan that traveled...

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