The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The postal route up the mountain was a matter of brass and bone, a grind of leather against the surveyor’s compass that Tadhg Lenehan kept tucked inside his coat pocket like a stolen coin. The fog in the Burren did not rise so much as it exhaled, a thick, grey tide that swallowed the tussock grass and the disputed stones of the fence line, erasing the boundary between the living land and the...

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