The Faded Road
The jar sat on the steel counter. It was a mason jar. Glass. Clear. Inside, a suspension of grey fluid. Part water. Part saliva. Part something else. It had been there for three days. No one had touched it. Mara stood before it. Her hands were in her pockets. She did not look at the camera above the door. She knew it was watching. The lens was red. Always red. The room was small. White walls....
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