The Distant Threshold

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The train moved. Steel groaned against steel. We were in motion. The landscape blurred. It was a smear of grey and brown. The industrial haze hung low. It smelled of coal. It smelled of rust. I held the jar. It was small. It was glass. It contained soup. It was thick. It was red. It was my mother’s blood. Or so I was told. The jar was warm. It radiated heat. The heat did not fade. The heat was...

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