The Distant Promise

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and rot. Ellis knelt there. His knees hurt. The dark was total. He held the jar in both hands. The glass was cold. It bit into his palms. Inside, the honey moved. It was thick. It was golden. It was alive. He was seven years old. He was small. He was afraid. But he was hungry. Not for bread. Not for meat. For the taste of something that did not belong to him....

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