The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The hammer head hangs heavy in your grip, its iron face pitted with rust and the residue of old stone. You hold it up to the window, where the afternoon light cuts a sharp, yellow wedge across the desk, illuminating the dust that swirls in the stagnant air. It is a tool for breaking, you tell yourself, but it feels like a tool for holding. On the desk lies the Pale Altar, a slab of grey stone...

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