The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the paper thin as onion skin, the ink smudged where your father’s thumb had pressed too hard, and you knew before you read the first word that the mill was gone. You are a man of forty-two, a master of the loom, a man whose hands have been stained indigo since you were twelve, and yet you feel a sudden, childish lightness in your chest, a fluffiness that has...

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