The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The sky cracked open before the rain fell. It was not a cloud. It was a wound. I watched it tear. The horizon split. Light poured out. It was white. It was cold. It was wrong. I stood in the field. The wheat was black. It had always been black here. We did not plant it. It grew from the ash. We ate the roots. We chewed the dust. We survived. My name is Elias. I am no one. I looked at the tear....

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