The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The brass bell in the hallway had lost its voice long before the frost settled on the windowpanes of the small, damp house where you lived, a fact you knew with the absolute certainty of a surgeon who knows the pulse is gone, and yet you kept winding it, a ritual of friction and futile sound, turning the small key until your knuckles turned white against the cold metal, a gesture that had...

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