The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The air in the isolation ward of St. Jude’s Hospital smelled of antiseptic and dried lilies, a scent that had seeped into the pores of Elara Vance’s skin over the twelve years she had worked as a hospice nurse, a smell that now felt less like cleanliness and more like the preservation of something already dead. She sat in the vinyl chair beside the bed of her mother, Margaret, who lay under a...

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