The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The note was folded into a tight square, the ink blurred where it had been wet. Elias Vane held it under the kerosene lamp, the flame hissing in the draft. It was a bill from the apothecary, but the amount was crossed out, replaced by a single word: *Sin*. Below it, in the Reverend’s cramped hand, was the diagnosis for his mother’s cough. Not consumption. Not pneumonia. Sin. Elias smoothed the...

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