The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mortar in your hands is thick, the consistency of wet clay, smelling of iron and rot. You are standing in the kitchen of the old house, the one that sits at the end of the lane where the fog settles like a shroud. The year is not a number here, but a quality of light, a dimming of the world that has been happening for a long time. You are Margaret, and you are the keeper of the cure. Your...

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