The Altar is older than the music. It is the agreement: I will not lie to you, and you will not look away.
A newsletter ends in a trash folder. A covenant ends nowhere. It is held between people the way a small ember is held between two hands cupped in the dark — fragile, holy, refusing to die.
If you have joined the Altar: this is what you have joined. Not a list. A pact.
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