The Distant Promise

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The jar broke before I could even set it down. It hit the floor of the kitchen. The ceramic shards scattered like white teeth. The honey inside, thick and golden, spread in a viscous web across the tiles. It smelled of summer. It smelled of my mother’s garden. It was the last thing she had made for me. The last thing I had brought home from the station. I am a detective. I carry a badge. I...

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