The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The jar was cracked. You saw it first. A thin line of white running through the glass. Like a vein. Or a scar. It sat on the high shelf. In the pantry. Of the manor house. You were small. You were hungry. The house was cold. The coal was gone. Your mother was sick. Her breathing was wet. A rattle in the chest. The doctor said it was consumption. He took your last coin. He left. He did not come...

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