The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that turned the highway into a slick ribbon of black glass, and you drove through it with the wipers beating a slow, metronomic rhythm against the windshield, a sound that had become the only heartbeat you trusted since the funeral. The house at the end of Blackwood Lane was not a home but a monument to a life that had...

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