The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The train did not stop at the station. It simply continued, the iron wheels grinding against tracks that seemed to stretch into a mist so thick it had weight, a viscous grey fog that pressed against the glass like a living thing. I sat in the corner of the carriage, my fingers wrapped around a woolen scarf that had not belonged to me, and I watched the landscape dissolve into nothing. There...

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