The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You hold the iron. It is cold. It is heavy. It does not rust. You are walking. The road is long. The sky is low. You have no name. Or rather, you have a name, but it is a thing that belongs to a dead woman. You are the carrier. You are the vessel. The iron is the anchor. "Put it down," the voice says. It comes from the mist. It is a child’s voice. But the mist has no children. Only the wind....

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