The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The clock in the hall had stopped. It had been stopped for ten years. I did not wind it. I did not care. The hands pointed to three, a time that no longer existed in this house. Dust lay thick on the mantelpiece. A layer of grey silence. I sat in the chair by the window. The glass was cold against my forehead. Outside, the city grew. Iron and soot. The factories hummed. They never slept. I...

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