The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I The air in the estero always tasted of rust and wet concrete, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat before the eyes even registered the grey sludge of the river below. I stood in the doorway of the census office, the eviction court date slip folded in my breast pocket, its sharp edge digging into my ribs with every breath I took. The road outside was buried under a snow that...

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