The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream had the consistency of wet clay, thick and cloying, and Maren woke with the phantom sensation of dirt packed deep under her fingernails, her hands still curled around the rough, thorny stems of a rosebush that was no longer there. The bedroom ceiling was white and cracked, a stark contrast to the dark, loamy memory of the garden she had tended for six years since her father’s death, a...

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