The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The gavel hit the wood. It did not clang. It thudded, a dull, wet sound like a ripe melon dropping onto a concrete floor. I stood in the center of the room. The room was my mother’s living room. But it was also the office of the District Administrator. The wallpaper was peeling, revealing layers of yellowed paper beneath the floral print. I could smell the damp. It smelled of old paper and...

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