The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The jar sat on the counter. Glass. Thick. Heavy. It held the paste. Amber. Thick as honey. Smelling of burnt sugar and iron. Leo stared at it. He was ten. Or eleven. Time was soft. The kitchen was white. The tiles were cold under his bare feet. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Mom was gone. Dad was gone. The door was locked. From the inside. Leo knew this was a test. He knew this was a game. He...

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