The Pale Circus
The jar sat on the mantelpiece, a thick-walled vessel of amber glass that held the last of the winter’s preserve, a substance so thick and dark it seemed to absorb the light falling from the gas lamps rather than reflect it, and it was this jar, this singular, heavy object of domestic utility, that had become the axis around which the entire fragile architecture of their marriage, and indeed...
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