The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The kitchen smelled of burnt sugar and ozone, a cloying, metallic sweetness that clung to the back of Clara’s throat like a stubborn lie. It was a banquet of sorts, though the table was bare except for a single, towering confection that defied the physics of baking and the expectations of the room. It stood on a silver platter, a spiraling helix of pale, translucent fondant that seemed to...

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