The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You hold the fox. It is not a real fox. It is a shadow, cut from the dark, stitched to your palm. It breathes. You feel the wet, cold rhythm of its lungs against your skin. Look at it. Do you see the eyes? They are not eyes. They are holes. Two black pits where the light should be. It is heavy. It is lighter than air. You are in the square. The cobblestones are wet. The rain does not fall. It...

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