The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rose was dead. Mara held it in her palm. The petals were brittle. They crumbled into dust. The thorns were black. They looked like veins. She sat in the alley. The rain had stopped. The cobblestones glistened. She wiped the dirt on her skirt. Her hands shook. The city was quiet. Too quiet. The bells had not rung in three days. No one walked. No carts moved. The silence was a weight. It...

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