The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell in the tower cracked. It did not shatter into glass or dust. It split. A jagged fissure ran from its lip to its clapper, a white line against the dark bronze. I stood in the nave, holding the ledger. The ink was wet. The smell of wet paper and old stone filled my lungs. Outside, the rain hammered the slate roof. Inside, the silence was heavy. Caldwell sat in the pulpit. He did not look...

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