The Distant Threshold

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The bone in your left thumb was wrong. You knew it before the doctor did, a cold fracture in the architecture of your own hand, a crack in the porcelain that held the rest of you together. You sat in the back of the ambulance, the lights strobing red and white against the wet asphalt of the highway, and you watched the crack spread in your mind’s eye. It wasn't just the bone. It was the memory...

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