The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The jar sat on the oak counter, its glass clouded by years of condensation and the faint, yellowish residue of what had once been a miracle. It was a jar of marzipan, or something like it, a pale, dense paste that we had kept in the back office of the textile mill for forty years. We called it the "Peace Offering," though no one remembered exactly what peace it was meant to buy. I was the...

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