The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You wake in a room that smells of dust and dried lavender. The light is gray. It presses against the windowpane like a face. You are in the library. You know this. You have been here for years, though the years feel like a single, long breath. You are the archivist. You are the keeper of the pale things. Your hands are steady. They are always steady. You move to the desk. The wood is cold under...

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