The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The bank gave me thirty days. That is the number that sat in my chest like a stone, cold and hard against the ribs. Thirty days to clear Arthur’s estate, to sell the furniture, the china, the life we had built in this house before the silence took him. I am fifty-eight years old, and my heart is a traitor. It skips when I climb the stairs. It stutters when I lift a box. But the house is heavy...

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