The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The jar sat on the counter. It was a Mason jar, clear glass, filled with a thick, amber paste. It smelled of burnt sugar and iron. Elias looked at it. He did not touch it. The paste was his life. It was also his crime. In the town of Harrow’s Gap, the air tasted of coal dust. It settled in the lungs. It settled in the hair. It settled in the mind. Elias worked the night shift at the meat...

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