The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the St. Jude’s community hall. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old paper. Dr. Elias Thorne stood at the front, his back to the congregation, holding a marker in a hand that trembled only slightly. He was not a man of faith, but he was a man of words, and today the words had...

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