Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

syrup.”

Arthur stopped tapping the papers, his face tightening as he looked at the open ledger on the desk.

“That is impossible,” he said, his voice dropping. “The mix was calibrated to stay under the detection limit.”

“The limit does not matter anymore,” I said, pointing to the window. “They are coming to shut us down.”

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