The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

December 12th. The telegram arrived before the coffee had cooled, a stark black rectangle on the white tablecloth that seemed to swallow the light in the kitchen. Mother is gone. The words were simple, bureaucratic, yet they carried the weight of the entire house, collapsing inward like a lung. I am forty-two years old, and I have spent my life cataloging the decay of other people’s histories,...

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