The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring so much as it groaned, a low, wooden thrum that vibrated in the teeth of Thomas Ashworth, who stood in the nave with the posture of a man holding his breath underwater. He was twelve, a boy of sharp elbows and pale, translucent skin that seemed to belong to a creature not fully grown into its own flesh. Around him, the congregation swayed in the pews, a sea...

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