The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain fell in sheets of gray iron. It hammered the glass. It blurred the city into a smear of neon and mud. Arthur stood at the window. He watched the water run. It carved paths in the dust. He was tired. His bones ached. The pain was a dull hum. It lived in his teeth. It lived in his knees. He was sixty. The clock on the wall ticked. It was a loud tick. It marked the seconds he lost. Behind...

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