The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The velvet glove you wore to the auction house that morning is gone, its leather skin peeled away by the friction of the crowd, leaving only a damp, pale stain on the mahogany counter where you dropped it in your haste. You remember the weight of it, how it felt like a second skin, tight and constraining, yet essential for the dignity of the transaction. But now, in the silence of the empty...

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