The Distant Legend

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The train cut through the gray heart of the Midwest. It was a long, slow thing, rattling its iron bones against the tracks. Elias sat by the window. His hands were still. They were always still. He held a small tin box in his lap. The tin was dented. The paint was peeling. Inside, the jar sat. It was a jar of honey. Dark, thick honey. It had been his for forty years. He had carried it from a...

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