The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The morning air in the canteen of the Blackwood Correctional Facility tasted of cold iron and stale coffee, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and lingered there like a bad memory. You sat at the long, scarred table, your hands resting flat on the laminate surface, fingers splayed to keep them from trembling. Before you lay the tray, and on the tray lay the object that had...

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