The Distant Threshold

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The soup was too thick. Mara stirred it. The spoon scraped the bottom of the iron pot. A sound like a bone breaking. "Too thick," she said. Elara looked up from her mending. Her needle stopped. "Who says?" "It tastes like dirt." "It’s barley," Elara said. "It tastes like survival. Eat it." Mara pushed the bowl away. The liquid sloshed. She watched the ripples die. They sat in the kitchen of the...

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