The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The gavel struck the wood with a dull, wooden thud. It was not a violent sound. It was merely the sound of a bone breaking in a quiet room. Margaret Holloway sat in the witness box, her spine rigid against the vinyl seat. Her eyes were fixed on the judge, a man named Mr. Thorne whose face was a landscape of deep, unreadable crevices. He did not look at her. He looked at the gavel. He looked at...

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