The Wistful Letter

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The jar sat on the counter, a thick, unglazed ceramic vessel that had lost its lid three winters ago. Inside, the honey had turned dark, almost black, like old blood or wet earth. It was not sweet anymore. It was dense, sticky, and resistant. Elias stood before it, his hand hovering over the rim, trembling with a fatigue that had nothing to do with the sleep he had just woken from. The kitchen...

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