The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The morning light falls on the stone floor in a long, pale band. You watch it move. It is slow. It is indifferent. You are standing in the center of the room. The walls are high. They are white. They are cold. Your father is sitting at the table. He is old. His hands are still. He is not looking at you. He is looking at the dust motes dancing in the light. "You have come," he says. His voice is...

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