The Distant Threshold

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The first shot cracked the drywall above my head with a sound like a breaking bone. I was seven years old, sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, my back pressed against the porcelain sink, and I knew with a terrifying, technical precision that the trajectory of the next bullet would be a straight line from the hallway to my heart. My father was not in the house. My mother was in the...

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