The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rust-colored water began to seep from the altar stone on a Tuesday, a slow, viscous oozing that defied the dry air of the chapel. You watched it spread across the ancient limestone, a stain that looked uncomfortably like dried blood, and you felt a cold knot tighten in your stomach that had nothing to do with the November chill. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for the last...

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