“ Fronting all of this was a rail that ran in a semi-circle about the base of the altar. There were carpeted steps leading down to this rail from the altar itself, and on the other side a velvet-lined platform ran the length of the rail. Kneeling on this, the faithful could accept Holy Communion, or, when there was no mass being performed, pray. Something about kneeling in the center of that vast room lent solemnity and power to such prayers. Father Prescott had mar...ked off a seat near the front and center. He didn’t want to miss anything. If he sat too close, he’d have to crane his neck, and the altar behind and around Father Thomas would be lost to sight. If he sat too far away from the altar, he could miss something – some trick, or danger. He’d intended to sit and meditate, but his mind raced. He wished he’d taken time to examine the altar itself. A thousand questions he should have asked Father Thomas flitted through his mind, and he tried in vain to piece together the probable answers by drawing on questions that he had asked.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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