The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Act I I remember the weight of the silver before I remember the sound it made. It sat in my lapel, a cold anchor against the wool of my coat, humming with a low, electric friction that only I could hear. I was thirty-two, a clerk in the Pale Ministry, and I wanted only to keep my job, to let the years pass like water over the causeway that drowned twice a day. The rumor started on a Monday,...

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