The Distant Threshold

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The jar sat on the counter. It was full. The honey was dark. It was thick. It smelled of pine and smoke. Arthur held it. His hands shook. The glass was cold. The shop was quiet. Dust motes danced in the light. They spun in the air. They did not fall. "Is it ready?" asked a voice. It was soft. It was kind. Arthur turned. It was his sister, Elise. She stood by the door. Her coat was red. The red...

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