The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The old house on the hill did not merely stand; it waited, its white clapboard siding peeling in long, flaking strips that resembled the skin of a sunburnt saint, and Margaret stood in the doorway with a cup of cold tea in her hand, watching the neighbor’s dog bark at the wind as if the wind were a thief trying to steal the very breath from her lungs, and she thought, with the detached clarity...

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