The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The jar broke. It happened at the kitchen table. A simple, ceramic vessel. Blue glaze. Cracked down the middle. The honey inside did not spill. It stayed put. Thick. Golden. Stuck to the shards. You watched it. You did not move. The dust motes danced in the light. Silent. Cold. "Did you do that?" The voice came from the doorway. Margaret stood there. Her apron was stained. Flour. Blood? No....

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