The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The dream is not of stone, but of meat. You are standing in a field of red clay, and the ground is soft, yielding, warm. It breathes against your shins. You wake in the cell of the Abbey of St. Jude, the cold air biting your lungs, the smell of damp limestone and old incense hanging heavy in the dark. You are Elias, forty-two years old, a stonemason with hands that have forgotten how to be...

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