“Alexius Cathedral, then walked up the chipped concrete steps and went inside. The cathedral was long and narrow, with a center aisle and pews that would seat only about ten on each side. Faint, tinted light filtered through a tall stained-glass window behind the pulpit, an image of St. Alexius himself with haloed head and a cross on the left side of his ornate vestment. Cara knew he was the patron saint to beggars, belt makers, nurses, pilgrims, and travelers. She thought that last part, pilgri...ms and travelers, made him the patron saint of just about everyone. Though narrow, the cathedral had a remarkably high beamed ceiling, and gallery walls decorated with aged frescoes and darkened statuettes of the apostles poised high above in shallow grottoes. After the din of the New York streets, it was remarkably quiet. The warm light streaming through the clerestory windows seemed thick enough to touch. Seated in one of the back pews was a woman with her head bowed so low that it wasn’t visible from behind.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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