The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bread is gray again. You look at the loaf in your hand, the crust pale and lifeless, and the smell of damp yeast rises from the crumb, thick and cloying. You are Elias, forty-two, and your hands are shaking, not from cold, but from the knowledge that the Feast of St. Jude is in three days and the town council has rejected your bid. Mayor Thorne sat in your shop yesterday, his coat smelling...

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