The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The island grinds its teeth against the cold, a dry, brittle sound that travels from the logging scar down to the dockside mission where the soup line moves in a slow, shivering procession. I am Stavros Zafeiriou, a man whose hands smell of iodine and the particular, metallic dust of the school dental clinic, and I am standing in the shadow of the old palace, which is not a palace but a ruin...

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