The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You wake in the cart. The wheels are stone. The road is dust. You are a cobbler. No. You are a merchant. You sell buttons. Small, brass buttons. They are cold in your pocket. You remember the dream. It is still there. It is a stain. It will not wash out. Your name is Elias. You do not care. Names are for the dead. Or for the tax collector. You have a wife. Her name is Clara. She is waiting. She...

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