The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The stone in the center of the atrium was not a statue, nor a monument, but a fracture. It stood six feet high, a jagged spine of white marble that had been split down the middle, leaving a chasm of shadow where the core should have been. I had spent thirty years in this house, and thirty years I had tried to understand the split. My father, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the...

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