The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ledger said forty-two days. That was the count, the number I kept in my head like a stone in my mouth, grinding against the enamel every time I woke before the sun touched the chapel floor. I was thirty years old, an inquisitor of the second rank, and I had spent those forty-two days measuring the decay of the altar lilies. They were pale, a sickly white that turned yellow at the tips, and...

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