The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The feast is bright. Too bright. The crystal glasses catch the light and throw it back in sharp, accusing shards. You sit at the head of the table. You do not remember sitting down. You are there. The room smells of roasted lamb and expensive perfume, a cloying sweetness that sits in the throat. Eleanor looks at you. She is beautiful. Her hair is dark. She smiles. It is a perfect smile. "You...

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