The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The silver cufflink sat in the palm of your hand, cold as a river stone. You rubbed it with your thumb, the metal smooth and unyielding against the roughness of your skin. It was a small thing, a geometric square with a central dot, but it held the weight of your father’s name and the memory of his hands. Outside the window of the outpost, the sun hung low and white, bleaching the dust off the...

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