The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The house was a mouth full of teeth, and Clara stood in the kitchen with a wrench in her hand, the steel cold and indifferent against her palm. The rain outside did not fall so much as it hammered, a relentless industrial percussion against the slate roof, echoing the rhythm of the looms that had once churned in the cellar before the war swallowed the factory whole. Her husband, Julian, was not...

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