The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The cold brass key lay heavy in my palm, its teeth biting into the flesh of my thumb as I stared at the garden gate, which stood ajar like a mouth unable to close. The air in the study was thick with the scent of stale tobacco and the damp, metallic taste of the coal smoke that had finally settled into Clara’s lungs, a slow suffocation that mirrored the suffocating weight of the legal documents...

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