The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The carriage wheels groaned against the packed earth, a sound that seemed to scrape directly against the inside of my skull as we ascended the steep, pine-choked hill toward the institution of St. Jude’s. I was seventeen, a year of brittle bones and urgent ambition, and I carried with me a leather satchel that contained not merely my books, but the very architecture of my future, meticulously...

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