The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The orchard did not die so much as it was unmade, a slow exhalation of green life turning brown at the edges of the world, where the fog from the river settled thick and wet upon the leaves like a burial shroud that had been dampened too long. You stood in the center of the grove, your hands buried in the soil that had once been black with loam and now felt like dry ash, watching the saplings...

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