The Pale Altar

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 14:27:49 -

The Pale Altar

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the parking lot of the District 9 precinct into a slick, black mirror. I stood at the edge of it, my boots heavy with mud that had dried in the cracks of the leather, and I watched the taillights of the squad cars bleed red into the wet asphalt. It was a Tuesday. It was always a Tuesday, or a Wednesday, or a Friday...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews