The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring, for the clapper had been removed to pay the debt for the bell rope, a piece of wool so coarse it felt like dragging sand across the tongue. It was a small town, or rather, a collection of stone houses huddled together in a valley where the mist sat so thick on the mornings that the world seemed to end a few yards from the doorstep. The year...

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