The Faded Apartment

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You are holding the jar. It is small, no larger than a plum, made of green glass that has turned the color of old bruises under the soot of the road. Inside, it holds not a relic of war, but a spoonful of honeycomb. It is the only thing you have not lost. You have lost your coat, your boots, your name, and the memory of your mother’s face. But you have the honey. You wrap your hands around it,...

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