The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Xochitl Castañeda remembered the weight of the cap before he remembered the fracture. It sat on the church steps now, a discarded shell, but in his mind it still pressed the crown of his head, a tight band of authority that had snapped. He looked back to the morning the mill opened, a day that smelled of wet wool and rusted iron, the air thick with the specific, metallic tang of a place where...

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