The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain hit the window. It tapped a steady rhythm. Marcus stood by the desk. He held the box. The wood was pale. It looked like bone. "You look tired, Marcus," said Elias. Elias sat in the chair. He watched Marcus. His eyes were old. They were kind. "I am fine," Marcus said. His voice was low. He did not move. The box stayed in his hands. It was small. It was heavy. Elias nodded. He did not...

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