The Pale Altar
October 14, 2024 The house settled into its groans as Clara’s suitcase hit the hardwood of the entryway, a sharp, final sound that seemed to cut through the thick, stagnant air of the estate. I watched her unpack, her small hands moving with a deliberate, quiet efficiency that did not match the frantic energy I had projected onto her arrival from the city. We had been here for three days, and...
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