The Distant Threshold

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The bullet grazes your temple. It is a hot, copper taste in your mouth. You do not fall. You stand. The smoke clears. The field is a patchwork of mud and torn earth. It is 1918. Or is it? The sky is a bruised purple. It does not look like Flanders. It looks like a cathedral ceiling. You check your rifle. It is a strange thing. The metal is warm. It hums against your cheek. You are a scholar. A...

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