The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

A pardon is a piece of paper that weighs nothing until the wind picks it up. I wrote this from the road out of San Isidro, where the fog is so thick it tastes of salt and rust, stopping the boats in the harbor like a hand clamped over a mouth. I am Ramon Aguilar, and I am forty years old, though the cold in my bones suggests I am older, perhaps as old as the stone walls of the house where I was...

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