The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The jar sat on the kitchen counter. It was cracked down the middle. Margaret did not look at it. She looked at her hands. They were red. They were shaking. "Did you break it?" David stood in the doorway. He held a mug of tea. The steam curled up into the cold air. The kitchen smelled of burnt toast. It smelled of iron. "I dropped it," Margaret said. "You dropped it?" David’s voice was flat. He...

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