The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

I was pressing the pen into the permit when the ink began to bleed, dark and wet, spreading into the wood grain of the desk like a bruise. The paper was a demolition order for the Kimura house, my father’s legacy, and my mother’s medical bills were the only reason I held the pen at all. The tablet next to my hand flickered, the hidden load calculations rewriting themselves in real-time, tensile...

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