The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The jar sat on the mantel. It was cracked. I watched it. The crack ran from the rim to the base. A thin white line in the amber glass. Inside, the honey had darkened. It was thick. It was old. It smelled of dust and burnt sugar. My name is Silas. I am not human. Not anymore. Or perhaps I never was. I have lived in this house for forty years. I have watched the walls sweat. I have watched the...

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