The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The jar shattered before the morning light could touch the dust motes dancing in the air. It did not break with a dramatic crash, but with a soft, wet give, like a ripe fruit dropped from a height. You stood in the center of the kitchen, your bare feet slick on the cold flagstones, watching the viscous purple liquid pool around your ankles. It smelled of crushed violets and old iron, a scent so...

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