The Distant Affair

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The jar sat on the counter. It was a squat, glass vessel, heavy with the weight of its contents. Inside, the pickled onions sat in a brine so dark it looked like oil. They had been there for three days. Three days since I first tasted the rot. Three days since the taste stuck to my tongue, a coppery, sweet decay that would not wash away. I stood in the breakroom of the St. Jude’s Archives, my...

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