The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

You dream of the weight. It is a heavy thing, made of iron and old wood. You carry it up the marble steps of the Capitol. Your knees buckle. The stone is cold under your feet. You are small. The building is huge. The air smells of ozone and wet wool. You are not alone. There are others. They are dressed in dark suits. They have no faces. Just smooth, pale ovals where eyes should be. They walk...

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