The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The iron key was cold in my palm, its bit worn smooth by three decades of use. I held it up to the light of the office, watching the metal catch the fluorescent hum of the overhead fixtures. It was a simple thing, a skeleton key from the old Yale catalog, the kind my father had kept in a velvet pouch in his desk drawer. I was fifty-two, a retired botanist with a pension that barely covered the...

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