The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The truck smelled of diesel and wet wool. Elias sat in the cab. His hands were still on the wheel. They did not shake. He checked the mirror. The road behind was a gray ribbon, empty. He checked the mirror again. "You look like hell, El," said Jack. Jack was in the passenger seat. He wore a flannel shirt. The sleeves were rolled up. His forearms were thick. They were brown from the sun. "Go,"...

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