The Pale Altar

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2026-08-20 06:22:19 -

The Pale Altar

The glass broke on the cobblestones before I had even left the doorway. Not shattered into a thousand fragments, but snapped cleanly down the middle, like a bone under a heavy heel. I stood there, holding two halves of a mirror that had been my entire face for forty years. The street was wet. The fog was thick, tasting of coal smoke and old rain. I did not look back at the shop. I knew what was...

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