The Distant Threshold
The sugar cube did not dissolve; it shivered against the rim of my ceramic mug, a crystalline shard of frozen light that refused to yield its sweetness to the tepid coffee, and I watched it tremble with a violence that mirrored the tectonic shift occurring in the marrow of my bones as the morning light filtered through the frosted glass of the apartment window in this city that smelled...
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