The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The first finger went black on a Tuesday, while I was tallying the grain shipments for the winter reserve. It was not a sudden thing, nor was it painful, but a slow, quiet greying that started at the tip of my left index finger and crept inward like frost on glass. I tried to hide it under the cuff of my wool shirt, pretending the ink stain from the ledger had set, but the skin was already dry,...

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