The Faded Frontier

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The jar sat on the counter. It was glass, thick and green at the rim, filled with a liquid that shifted from amber to black depending on the light. You knew what it was. Everyone in the city knew, though few spoke of it. The Honey of Saint Aldric. It was not food. It was not medicine, though it cured the coughs of the old and the fevers of the young. It was memory. Or rather, it was the thing...

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