The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bus smells of wet wool and stale coffee, a humid, organic scent that clings to the back of your throat. You are not supposed to be here. You are not supposed to be anywhere that is not the sterile, white-tiled sanctuary of the clinic, where the air is scrubbed clean of history and the machines hum a low, reassuring monotone. But you are here, in the belly of a transit vehicle that lurches...

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