The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You walk the gray road toward the gate. The mud is deep. It sucks at your boots. You are tired. Your bones ache with a cold that has lived in them for years. You carry a small bag. It holds your uniform. It holds your dignity. It holds nothing else. The institution stands before you. It is a square of stone. It is high. It is silent. The windows are dark. They look like empty eyes. You know...

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