The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Chapter One Orla Doherty’s hands were already red and swollen from the scrubbing when the door to the cellar creaked open, admitting a wedge of grey light that cut through the hanging dust like a blade. She did not stop scrubbing the stone floor; the rhythm of the bristles against the pavers was the only thing keeping her mind from fracturing under the weight of the silence she had just broken....

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