The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The valley held its breath under a temporary snow, the kind that settles like ash on the alpine pastures and erases the boundary between the shanty town and the closing school where the air smelled of damp plaster and old ink. I sat in the staff room, the linoleum peeling away from the floor in long, dry strips, watching the light fail behind the frosted glass of the window. My hands, which had...

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