The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

"You’re going to have to cut it off, Elias. It’s the only way." The voice came from the dark, dry and raspy, like gravel shifting in a dry creek bed. Elias blinked, the grey light of dawn cutting through the tent flap. He looked down at his left arm. From the elbow down, it was not his skin. It was pale, taut, and cold, ending in fingers that twitched with a rhythm entirely separate from his...

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