The Distant Threshold

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The rain had been falling since before the dawn broke, a grey and relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a mirror of the sky, reflecting the crumbling facades of the houses that had stood there since the time when kings rode in on white horses and spoke of honor in a language that is now only understood by ghosts. I stood at the threshold of my brother’s house,...

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