The Distant Threshold

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The boy’s hand was the only thing in the house that remained clean, a stark, pale oval against the grime of the hallway, the dust of the attic, and the soot that had settled into the crevices of the floorboards during the long, silent weeks since the shelling stopped and the neighbors moved out one by one, taking their coats and their dignity but leaving behind the smell of wet wool and old...

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