The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The jar sat on the windowsill of the small, rented room in Harrowgate, a glass cylinder that had once held marigolds and now held a slow, viscous decay, a testament to the specific kind of patience that Thomas Ashworth had cultivated over the last three decades of his life, a patience that was less a virtue and more a slow suffocation of the spirit. It was a peculiar object, this jar, filled...

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