The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The letter is dated October 14th, and the ink is still wet. I am Elias, forty-two, a clerk in the ancestral manor, and I am writing this because I have nowhere else to turn. My mother is dying. She has been dying for three months, her body shrinking into the bed like a leaf drying on a stem, and she speaks only of the oak tree in the north garden. It is the only thing she loved in this house,...

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