The Golden Visit
The jar sat on the kitchen counter, heavy and opaque, a brick of amber glass that seemed to absorb the gray light of the overcast afternoon. Inside, the honey was thick, a solidified river of gold that hadn't moved in weeks. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands hanging loose at his sides, smelling the faint, sweet rot of the fruit bowl nearby. He was a man of precise measurements and quiet...
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