The Pale Altar

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2026-08-20 18:23:40 -

The Pale Altar

"Stop it," you say. Your voice is thin. It scrapes against the silence of the room like a nail on chalk. The machine does not stop. It hums. A low, industrial thrum that vibrates in your molars. You are sitting in a chair that has seen better decades. The upholstery is cracked leather, worn thin over the hips. You are an old man. Your bones feel brittle. They feel like dry twigs. You are a...

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