The Golden Crossing

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The jar sits on the counter. Amber glass. Thick walls. Inside, the honey glows like trapped sun. It has been there for forty years. You know this. You know it because you made it. Or rather, you watched it happen. You were young then. Your hands were steady. Your mind was clear. Now your hands shake. A fine tremor. Like a leaf in a gale. You look at the jar. You do not touch it. You cannot. The...

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