The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You dream of the ink. It is not black, but a bruised, violet grey that moves like oil on water, slick and cold against the skin of your eyelids. In the dream, you are not in the office, but standing in a vast, windowless hall where the air smells of ozone and old paper. The floor is marble, polished to a mirror shine that reflects your own trembling hands. You are holding a pen, but it has no...

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