The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a grey curtain drawn across the window. Elias walked. His boots were wet. His soul was dry. He carried a basket. It held three white eggs. They were smooth. They were cold. They were not for breakfast. He walked past the bakery. The smell of yeast hit him. He was hungry. He ignored it. He walked past the well. He was thirsty. He ignored it. The...

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