The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The wool was damp, heavy with the sweat of ten years, and Elias Thorne held it against his cheek like a man holding a splintered bone, feeling the low, vibrating hum that lived in the fibers. It was a sound that did not enter through the ears but settled in the molars, a grinding, rhythmic pulse that matched the beat of his own failing heart. Outside the window of his small, concrete-walled...

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