The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The frost had settled on the cobblestones of Highgate Lane with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like judgment. You woke before the bells of St. Jude’s rang, as you always did, your body a clockwork mechanism tuned to the frequency of the city’s waking. The air in the cellar was thin, tasting of damp wool and the metallic tang of old iron. You were seventeen, though your eyes...

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