The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The room was dark. The walls breathed. I knew them. I had built them, brick by cold brick, in the years before I forgot my name. They were here, in the institution, in the hall where we keep the silence. My hands were still. They were heavy. They remembered the weight of the blade, but the blade was gone. Only the scar remained. A pale line across the...

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