The Distant Threshold

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The sleet hit the glass. It stung. I checked the gauge. Two degrees below zero. The engine hummed a low, steady note. A mechanical prayer. We were three miles from the depot. Three miles of frozen mud and rusted rail. "Steady, Elias," I said. My voice was rough. Dry. Like sandpaper on wood. Elias did not look at me. He looked at the wheel. His knuckles were white. He was shaking. Not from cold....

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