The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The jar was on the counter, spinning slowly in the light that leaked through the kitchen blinds. It was a Mason jar, standard size, filled with a thick, amber-colored syrup that caught the morning sun and held it there, trembling. I woke up with my hand resting on the glass. My fingers were cold, sticky with a residue that wasn’t quite sugar, and the dream was still clinging to me, a grey fog...

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