The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the gravel drive of Harrowgate into a slurry of mud and memory. I stood in the cellar, my back against the cold stone, listening to the silence that was not silent. The Pale Altar, a slab of white marble cracked down the center like a dried riverbed, sat in the center of the room, humming with a frequency that I felt...

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