The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The jar sat on the workbench, a thick, squat vessel of green glass that had lost its shine to decades of handling. It held the essence of the trade. Not wine, not oil, but a paste of crushed alabaster, honey, and the ash of burnt rosewood. We called it the Salve of Saint Jude. It was meant to heal the skin, to smooth the rough edges of a life worn thin by labor. But for me, it was the only...

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