The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The sky split open. Not with thunder. With light. A white, humming light that peeled the skin off the world. It happened on the road. Just a stretch of tarmac, gray and cracked, cutting through the hills. Silas stood in the middle. He wore the coat. The long, heavy thing made of wool and old grief. It hung from his shoulders like a shroud. He had worn it for thirty years. Since the war. Since...

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