The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The boardroom smelled of stale coffee and ozone. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, thick and metallic. I sat in the corner chair. The leather was cracked. My hands were folded on my lap. I held the scarf. It was silk. It was white. It was cold. The light from the windows was gray. It did not shine. It merely existed. It was a flat sheet of nothing. The men across the table...

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